Pistol

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…