Pistol - Dahlia

My head is a pistol and it s banging your way

My hands are an ocean, and they ll reach you someday

You ll never see me as i m flying over you

Can you still hear me, drifting, like the sound of the balloon

Come on and set a curse on me and make it please last long

Come on and hold your fears, this instant won t last long

My easy finger is tracing lines on your walls

And dripping painting on your worn out rug

My pigeon eye sight is a wall of despair

Never be frightened and take care of what s left

Come on and set a curse on me and make it please last long

Come on and hold your fears, this instant won t last long

Come on and face your fears for this angel to play

Have his voice now ringing in the church of decay

Make it so quiet it will play all night long

For every hour lost hides a step to the arch

Make it so early game, make it reel and roll

Tear it up and run around it, it won t go far

I wish you d count on me

I wish you d lean on me

I wish you d trust me and follow me all along

Ahahahahah…