Текст песни Royal Thread - Paradise Walk

Royal Thread

You’ve got a knack, of holding me down like I’m a thief
Cant hide the facts, your gaze is so sharp it rivals lions teeth
I’m at a loss, a prey within range of a vulture’s grasp
A simple joke, thrown overboard labeled sailor’s rope
Am I the quick or the dead
Royal as golden thread?
Not fit to hold a candle to
So figure it out, I just don’t have the time
I’ve got myself an axe to grind
Will you deny you left an earthquake in wait beyond a mountain range?
So call your hand, then safely confine yourself into your cage
We don’t evn talk
No, we don’t even talk anymor
We don’t even talk
So what are you waiting for?
Am I the quick or the dead
Royal as golden thread?
Not fit to hold a candle to
So figure it out, I just don’t have the time
I’ve got myself an axe to grind
We don’t even talk
No, we don’t even talk anymore
Will we ever be what were supposed to be?
Will you just tell me, please
We don’t even talk
No, we don’t even talk anymore
Will we ever be what were supposed to be?
Will you just tell me, please