Living Type - Powderfinger



And you'll be there to break my fall

To reassure my doubts and faults

And all your fables will ring true

They are the lies you lean on too



There's love on your breath

I'd better not say

About the blood on your hands

There's love on your breath

I'd better not say

About the blood on your hands



You hold the future in your hands

And sullen eyes soothe and command

A graceful mouth your deadly tool

Too bad the truth has fallen through



There's love on your breath

I'd better not say

About the blood on your hands

There's love on your breath

I'd better not say

About the blood on your hands



The incarnation of a christ

manipulation



There's love on your breath

I'd better not say

About the blood on your hands

The cross on your head

Tell me what does that say

About the blood on her dress

Cross on your head

What does that say

About the blood on her dress



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