Hate Chase Songtext
von Pianos Become the Teeth

Sigh

A spoonful of water
For all the spins
A spoonful of understanding
For all my sins

Just a little more, just a little more
Just a heavy pour for the night
Just a little more, just a little more
Just a little, oh, make it just right

Oh, hey, I think they know something
My crows weren′t singing for me this morning
I think they know something
They know something good


Shame stays quiet
Stays harsh and bright
Chases the hate
And loves the ride

Well, saint, if only
Your head had been healthy
Saint, if only
Your head had been healthy

They tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, I
They tell me I make for all the lost time

Shame stays quiet
Stays harsh and bright
Chases the hate
And loves the ride