Seven Devils Songtext
von Kitchen Dwellers
Seven Devils Songtext
By the time I thought about missing you you were Portland bound
Hell-bent for the Northwest running underground
Underground
How′s September feel out on the 101
She's hot as a book of matches in my palm
An evil presence hidden under thorny crown
And I let go of everything while you burned me down
Am I supposed to hop the next train
Or stand here drowning in the Oregon rain
Pacific wind to call my name
And Seven Devils to carry me away
Away
I might return an unclean spirit seeking rest
A breath of old-fashioned and foreign cigarette
Convinced your wicked words to me echoed so true
Only rang out next to somebody else in the room
Am I supposed to hop the next train
Or stand here drowning in the Oregon rain
Pacific wind to call my name
And Seven Devils to carry me away
Away
So let′s start digging holes before my demons come
Make Seven Canyons for to bury each one
Fingers crossed that we might end how we began
With autumn days burning down like a match in hand
Am I supposed to hop the next train
Or stand here drowning in the Oregon rain
Pacific wind to call my name
And Seven Devils to carry me away
Away
Hell-bent for the Northwest running underground
Underground
How′s September feel out on the 101
She's hot as a book of matches in my palm
An evil presence hidden under thorny crown
And I let go of everything while you burned me down
Am I supposed to hop the next train
Or stand here drowning in the Oregon rain
Pacific wind to call my name
And Seven Devils to carry me away
Away
I might return an unclean spirit seeking rest
A breath of old-fashioned and foreign cigarette
Convinced your wicked words to me echoed so true
Only rang out next to somebody else in the room
Am I supposed to hop the next train
Or stand here drowning in the Oregon rain
Pacific wind to call my name
And Seven Devils to carry me away
Away
So let′s start digging holes before my demons come
Make Seven Canyons for to bury each one
Fingers crossed that we might end how we began
With autumn days burning down like a match in hand
Am I supposed to hop the next train
Or stand here drowning in the Oregon rain
Pacific wind to call my name
And Seven Devils to carry me away
Away
Writer(s): Glenn Brown, Joseph Funk, Max Davies, Shawn Patrick Swain, Torrin Daniels Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com