Feeling lost in the escapades
Like the kids and their foolish charades
I hear cries from the cats in the rain
And the bells chiming their pain
Look into your heart
Waste no time
We feel the wits of the dark
Sacred island, shapeless love
Pushes me towards the shove
Living in the glory
And the limits of your design
The finesse of the golden rule
It's all but a broken tool
Look into your heart
Waste no time
We feel the wits of the dark
Sacred island, shapeless love
Pushes me towards the shove
Living in the glory
And the limits of your design
The Delicates - Shot in the Dark Lyrics
The Delicates - Shot in the Dark Lyrics
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Feeling lost in the escapades
Like the kids and their foolish charades
I hear cries from the cats in the rain
And the bells chiming their pain
Look into your heart
Waste no time
We feel the wits of the dark
Sacred island, shapeless love
Pushes me towards the shove
Living in the glory
And the limits of your design
The finesse of the golden rule
It's all but a broken tool
Look into your heart
Waste no time
We feel the wits of the dark
Sacred island, shapeless love
Pushes me towards the shove
Living in the glory
And the limits of your design
Like the kids and their foolish charades
I hear cries from the cats in the rain
And the bells chiming their pain
Look into your heart
Waste no time
We feel the wits of the dark
Sacred island, shapeless love
Pushes me towards the shove
Living in the glory
And the limits of your design
The finesse of the golden rule
It's all but a broken tool
Look into your heart
Waste no time
We feel the wits of the dark
Sacred island, shapeless love
Pushes me towards the shove
Living in the glory
And the limits of your design
Writer: The Delicates
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid