Текст песни Marigold - Lauren Babic feat. Michael Avery, Thomas Diognardi & Werner Erkelens

Latched to this life like a death-grip, we're satisfied
With the mundane and keeping out of sight, but still we are young
We are young
I'll stare the angels down
Keep them in the back room, shut the door and let go
Now we stare at the grave cold and paralyzed
Pushing daisies while we still feel the sunshine
We are young, we are young
Slip through the marigolds and please our damaged souls

This place is holding me
Jump through the rope, let's make it credible
When blood is all we see
Life is impossible

Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling
We're on the clock and the needle's turning
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out

You're just another one wandering
Aimlessly until the grave

The signs of the times are upon us
So we're bleeding for tomorrow
Sucking on the mother's dead tit of sorrow, sorrow
It's alright, we'll learn it all before we go
Snapped by the neck as we follow
Chin up, now tighten the rope
Leave it all hollow

This place is holding me
Jump through the rope, let's make it credible
When blood is all we see
Life is impossible

Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling
We're on the clock and the needle's turning fast
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out
No funeral, no pyre left burning
This body's dust in the wind that's hurling past
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out

I guess I will just leave things the way they are

This place is holding me (This place is holding me)
Jump through the rope, let's make it credible (Credible)
When blood is all we see
Life is impossible

Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling
We're on the clock and the needle's turning
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out

Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling
We're on the clock and the needle's turning fast
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out
No funeral, no pyre left burning
This body's dust in the wind that's hurling past
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out