It Could Happen to You Songtext
von CORNER STORE KINGDOM
It Could Happen to You Songtext
Shake off my skin and bones
Stretch out the silhouette
Flashes haunt the night
Shadows trip on bits of light
And they scatter your secrets as a threat
And they stole our lives with their morning breath
And their blood shot eyes with their kiss of death
Sometimes it slips out of my hands
The rain gets hot like gasoline
It feeds the fire on the evergreens
Going up in flames
And covered by the shame
Shake off my skin and bones
Till all them flocks head home
Trapped between the debris and the fabric
In a shroud for the automatic
Don′t trust the warning signs
Till they fall from the sky
No talk on the follow through
But you always do
Because it could happen to you
It could happen to you
Make a metaphor of me
Thin disguise beneath the trees
Now you've been gone for days
Can′t feel that fever fade
Got caught in private play
Just drowning in the sweat it made
Those wires start to split
From wear of blood and spit
And it never quits
Oughta check my six
No special place in hell for me to go
Shake off my skin and bones
Till all them flocks head home
Trapped between the debris and the fabric
In a shroud for the automatic
Don't trust the warning signs
Till they fall from the sky
No talk on the follow through
But you always do
Because it could happen to you
It could happen to you
Stretch out the silhouette
Flashes haunt the night
Shadows trip on bits of light
And they scatter your secrets as a threat
And they stole our lives with their morning breath
And their blood shot eyes with their kiss of death
Sometimes it slips out of my hands
The rain gets hot like gasoline
It feeds the fire on the evergreens
Going up in flames
And covered by the shame
Shake off my skin and bones
Till all them flocks head home
Trapped between the debris and the fabric
In a shroud for the automatic
Don′t trust the warning signs
Till they fall from the sky
No talk on the follow through
But you always do
Because it could happen to you
It could happen to you
Make a metaphor of me
Thin disguise beneath the trees
Now you've been gone for days
Can′t feel that fever fade
Got caught in private play
Just drowning in the sweat it made
Those wires start to split
From wear of blood and spit
And it never quits
Oughta check my six
No special place in hell for me to go
Shake off my skin and bones
Till all them flocks head home
Trapped between the debris and the fabric
In a shroud for the automatic
Don't trust the warning signs
Till they fall from the sky
No talk on the follow through
But you always do
Because it could happen to you
It could happen to you
Writer(s): Charlie Desjarlais Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com