Friendly Fires
On Board
You'll need some kind of saint to pull those impure thoughts out of your headLove the poor complexityYou wouldn't want it any other wayClimb on, climb on aboardGiving it a little bit moreJust beating during the sun (?)Defibrillated hearts with every pulse without your own defilingYou'd backwards circle right above our headsClimb on, climb on aboardGiving it a little bit moreDon't stopWe've had to cross the lineDespite the fact our feet dipped in the fireWe push and pull againThen shake our tamborines into the dustYou need some kind of saintTo pull those impure thoughts right out your headLike the poor complexityYou wouldn't want it any other wayClimb on, climb on aboard (don't stop)Giving it a little bit more (don't stop)
From Letras Mania