Sweet Talk

Lift me up on my honour Take me over this spell Get this weight of my shoulder I carried it well Loose these shackles of pressure Shake me out of these chains Lead me not to temptation Hold my hand harder Ease my mind Roll down the smokescreen And open the sky Let me fly Then I need a release from These troubles of mine Fix my feet When they're stumbling And well you know it hurts sometimes You know it's going to bleed sometimes Dig me out from this thorn tree Help me bury my shame Keep my eyes from the fire They can't handle the flame They've cut out from my brothers When most of them fail I carried it well Let me fly Then I need a release from These troubles of mine Fix my feet When they're stumbling I guess you know it hurts sometimes You know it's going to bleed sometimes Now hold on I'm not looking for sweet talk I'm looking for time Time for towering sweet folk Brother 'cause it hurts sometimes You know it's going to bleed sometimes Hold on You know it's going to hurt sometimes When you call me Hold on Hold on Hold on I'm going to climb that symphony home And make it mine And this pleasure is mine Mark my way See all these pessimistic sufferers Tend to drag me down So I could use it to shelter What good I've found --- Sweet Talk - The Killers