Thieves Like Us - Still Life lyrics
[Thieves Like Us - Still Life lyrics]
I met an animal, he cheats
A brutal creature moves just like a man
He smiles and is dressed in white and gold
The color of the sweets
The dreams are made of gold
The color of deceit's that take my life
First, they blind you
Then, they tell you who you are
Your empty dreams are all you’re left with
In the middle of the afternoon
We’re walking dead, our eyes are open
Things I will do better
And on and on, we shake the ground
And hope our love will grow
Things I will deliver
As we’re serving this phenomenon
I wonder how to fit into it
Things I will do better and on and on
We shake the bomb until the system goes
Things I will deliver
I met an animal, he cheats
A brutal creature moves just like a man
He smiles and is dressed in white and gold
The color of the sweets
The dreams are made of gold
The color of deceit's that take my life
First, they blind you
Then, they tell you who you are
Your empty dreams are all you’re left with
In the middle of the afternoon
We’re walking dead, our eyes are open
Things I will do better
And on and on, we shake the ground
And hope our love will grow
Things I will deliver
As we’re serving this phenomenon
I wonder how to fit into it
Things I will do better and on and on
We shake the bomb until the system goes
Things I will deliver
A brutal creature moves just like a man
He smiles and is dressed in white and gold
The color of the sweets
The dreams are made of gold
The color of deceit's that take my life
First, they blind you
Then, they tell you who you are
Your empty dreams are all you’re left with
In the middle of the afternoon
We’re walking dead, our eyes are open
Things I will do better
And on and on, we shake the ground
And hope our love will grow
Things I will deliver
As we’re serving this phenomenon
I wonder how to fit into it
Things I will do better and on and on
We shake the bomb until the system goes
Things I will deliver
I met an animal, he cheats
A brutal creature moves just like a man
He smiles and is dressed in white and gold
The color of the sweets
The dreams are made of gold
The color of deceit's that take my life
First, they blind you
Then, they tell you who you are
Your empty dreams are all you’re left with
In the middle of the afternoon
We’re walking dead, our eyes are open
Things I will do better
And on and on, we shake the ground
And hope our love will grow
Things I will deliver
As we’re serving this phenomenon
I wonder how to fit into it
Things I will do better and on and on
We shake the bomb until the system goes
Things I will deliver