Whisperer Songtext
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Whisperer Songtext
You play my nerves like strings, all upside down
Try to keep straight, my limbs are bonding now
Since a few aprils ago, endless chase to send away this
Tireless persistence of taste
With a touch of your words
I saw the devil sneak between my fingers (It′s much too familiar)
With a touch of your words I've learned to reverse (Oh)
It′s gotten me no where
A deep shade of horizon gold
The constellations remind me I am home
We were lit from the west, our silhouettes, yet a sight of industrial-ness
As the silence wins over every word
With a touch of your words
I saw the devil sneak between my fingers (It's much too familiar)
With a touch of your words I've learned to reverse (Oh)
It′s gotten me no where
What am I supposed to think about wondering round inside out? (It′s gotton me nowhere)
Patterns don't feel right, still speaking like you know what I′m all about
We were lit from the west, our silhouettes, yet a sight of industrial-ness
As the silence wins over every word
With a touch of your words
I saw the devil sneak between my fingers (It's much too familiar)
With a touch of your words I′ve learned to reverse (Oh)
It's gotten me no where
We were lit from the west, our silhouettes, yet a sight of industrial-ness
As the silence wins over
Try to keep straight, my limbs are bonding now
Since a few aprils ago, endless chase to send away this
Tireless persistence of taste
With a touch of your words
I saw the devil sneak between my fingers (It′s much too familiar)
With a touch of your words I've learned to reverse (Oh)
It′s gotten me no where
A deep shade of horizon gold
The constellations remind me I am home
We were lit from the west, our silhouettes, yet a sight of industrial-ness
As the silence wins over every word
With a touch of your words
I saw the devil sneak between my fingers (It's much too familiar)
With a touch of your words I've learned to reverse (Oh)
It′s gotten me no where
What am I supposed to think about wondering round inside out? (It′s gotton me nowhere)
Patterns don't feel right, still speaking like you know what I′m all about
We were lit from the west, our silhouettes, yet a sight of industrial-ness
As the silence wins over every word
With a touch of your words
I saw the devil sneak between my fingers (It's much too familiar)
With a touch of your words I′ve learned to reverse (Oh)
It's gotten me no where
We were lit from the west, our silhouettes, yet a sight of industrial-ness
As the silence wins over
Writer(s): Samuel Hollander, David Katz, Blake Harnage, Sierra Kusterbeck Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com