Wise Blood - Alarm Lyrics
Souls, keeping my fingers crossedThey'll get me out of this placeAlright, alright, alright, alright.Licking gasoline off the walls and the floorOnly two lit sirens, but I'm looking for moreI've got a stack I'm placing, dried hands are madeFor someone ready to hold my hand.All the love in the miserable songs, turning thingsI remember a story about a family treeBut I can't recall just how that story endsBut I can pretend, pretend, pretend .I can't thinkSomeone's sitting right in front of meI need my personal spaceAlright, alright, alright, alright.Souls, keeping my fingers crossedThey'll get me out of this placeAlright, alright, alright, alright.I can't thinkSomeone's sitting right in front of meI need my personal spaceAlright, alright, alright, alright.Souls, keeping my fingers crossedThey'll get me out of this placeAlright, alright, alright, alright.