Text: The Killers. Sweet Talk.

Lift me up on my honour
Take me over this spell
Get this weight of my shoulder
I carried it well
loose these shackles of pressure
Shake me out of these chains
Lead me not to temptation

Hold my hand harder
ease my mind
Roll down the smokescreen
and open the sky

let me fly
then I need a release from
these troubles of mine
fix my feet when they're stumbling
And well you know it hurts sometimes
you know it's gonna bleed sometimes

Dig me out from this thorn tree
Help me bury my shame
Keep my eyes from the fire
they can't handle the flame
they've cut out from my brothers
when most of them fail
I carried it well

let me fly
then I need a release from
these troubles of mine
fix my feet when they're stumbling
I guess you know it hurts sometimes
you know it's gonna bleed sometimes

now hold on
I'm not looking for sweet talk
I'm looking for time
time for towering sweet folk
all because it hurts sometimes
you know it's gonna bleed sometimes
hold on

you know it's gonna hurt sometimes
when you call me
Hold on, Hold on, Hold on
I'm gonna climb that symphony home
And make it mine
And this pleasure is mine
mark my way
see all these pessimistic sufferers
tend to drag me down
so I could use it to shelter
what good I've found