Twelve Tribes

Killing Tonight For Every Love´s Money

Twelve Tribes


and so i'm kneeling with two arms in the wind one hand short 
changed inhaling purple dust murder the other nursing love's one 
tunnel six chambers cold metal warm fingers lost gun to my chin 
it's tonight for my sleep and dreams, forget dreams as feathers to 
flowers and petals to wings and angels to flying brings red dust to 
fields and flowers are pistols when bullets dream me killing tonight,
tomorrow dies. the water is laughing the fire is heartache killing 
tonight, tomorrow dies. and see me now no hands no face ten 
dreams missed everything, everything.