paroles de chanson Short Fuse (Part 4) - Shane Nicholson

Keeping hours of the dead I got business left to do
With the ghosts on Gallows Hill
And where the ends meet up again there you′ll find me with the noose
And a smile upon my face

I'm a candle, I′m a flame, I'm a torch too bright to blame
And the fuse is burning out
But if my blindness sticks around when my feet come off the ground
Then I'll know just what you want

Break the beast here clear in two leave the bones outside the door
Where the dogs all come to sleep
If it′s bleeding till it′s dry, if it's one eye for an eye
Then it′s each man for himself

I'm a candle, I′m a flame, I'm a torch too bright to blame
And the fuse is burning out
But if my blindness sticks around when my feet come off the ground
Then I′ll know just what you want
Then I'll know what you want
Oh, I'd know what you want
Then I′ll know just what you want