She’s the angel above
The warmth from the sun
I’m a devilish grin
With cold blood
I must be dead I have lost my soul
For my own hand holds the bottle
Smoke a cigarette
Till there’s nothing left
I’m wasting time
Holding my breath
It’s useless now to go to sleep
Just one more line to help me peak
Careful now
I’m losing hold
Cause i’m drunk and I’m stoned
And it’s getting old
The cloud hangs over my head
A helpless shell of a man
I hear movement outside
And I’m left behind again
There’s something building inside of me
Now I’m running with the wild beast
Careful now
I’m losing hold
Cause i’m drunk and I’m stoned
And it’s getting old
I’ve got no strength
My voice is gone
Just one more hit
And i’m on the run
She’s the angel above
The warmth from the sun
I’m a devilish grin
With cold blood
I must be dead I have lost my soul
For my own hand holds the bottle
credits
from The Old Salts,
released November 3, 2014
Produced, Recorded, and Mixed by Sydney Galbraith at Desert Fish Studios
Mastered by Jeff Wolpert
Written by James da Mota
Performed and Arranged by The Old Salts
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