Songtexte Traffic - Fyrce Muons

Midnight saves the air from being holy
Jesus Christ was one to keep it only
See all indications call it holy
Being trapped inside a different hole

A sense of appeasement
Pray down
A sense of containment
Crash down
A sense of believing
Get down
A sense of the real goods
Break down

Feel like all my wisdom isn't holy
Teasing tribes will find a head to chew on
Testaments of saints are filled with doubting
Hedging all the bets of men are holy

A sense of appeasement
Pray down
A sense of containment
Crash down
A sense of believing
Get down
A sense of the real goods
Break down

Facing luck and reading rights can only
Satisfy the masses it is Godly
Burning candles in a state of deference
Let the fire escape until it's cold there