Promised Land - Cold Cave

There’s no resting for the wicked

Imagine how tired I am

I prayed for warmth and peace

But some winters never end

In California burning

Old haunts and a new romance

In life we love

In death we dance

I get a little too high

I get a little too low

Take my hand to the promised land

I wanna make your dreams come true

I wanna make your darkest dreams come true

Cherry kisses on the lips and

All gold grows under your rainbow

Can I just spend my life buried alive inside of you?

In life we love

In death we dance

In life we love

In death we dance

I get a little too high

I get a little too low

Take my hand

To the promised land