Sweet Talk - Mocosá & Bhut' Paper

Lift me up on my honour Take me over this spell Get this weight off my shoulder I've carried it well Loose these shackles of pressure Shake me out of these chains Lead me not to temptation Hold my hand harder Ease my mind Roll down the smokescreen And open the sky Let me fly Man I need a release from This troublesome mind Fix my feet when they're stumbling And well you know it hurts sometimes You know it's gonna bleed sometime Dig me out from this thorn tree Help me bury my shame Keep my eyes from the fire They can't handle the flame Grace cut out from my brothers When most of them fell I carried it well Let me fly Man I need a release from This troublesome mind Fix my feet when they're stumbling I guess you know it hurts sometimes You know it's gonna bleed sometimes Now hold on I'm not looking for sweet talk I'm looking for time Time for tower and sleep walk Brother, 'cause it hurts sometimes You know it's gonna bleed sometimes Hold on You know it's gonna hurt sometimes When you call me Hold on Hold on Hold on I'm gonna climb that symphony home and make it mine Let his resonance light my way See, all these pessimistic sufferers tend to drag me down So I could use it to shelter what good I've found