Текст песни Promised Land - Cold Cave

There's no resting for the wicked
Imagine how tired I am
I prayed for warmth and peace
But some winters never end
In California burning
Old haunts and a new romance
In life we love
In death we dance

I get a little too high
I get a little too low
Take my hand to the promised land

I wanna make your dreams come true
I wanna make your darkest dreams come true
Cherry kisses on the lips and
All gold grows under your rainbow
Can I just spend my life buried alive inside of you?
In life we love
In death we dance
In life we love
In death we dance

I get a little too high
I get a little too low
Take my hand
To the promised land