Pale Saints Pale Saints - Little Hammer Lyrics
pounding away in the back of my head
until i've almost lost myself
and those red and black patterns
in which nothing happens
have made me sleep
a beautiful voice is a nail
being pulled out of wood
carry on little hammer
you were always my favourite toy
when the world's dead to me
in my soft ??? fortunate cushion of pins(?)
is a soldier
slicing thin(?) through(?) thin(?)
the unfortunate truth sneaking in
See also other Pale Saints lyrics
- Pale Saints - There Is No Day Lyrics
- Pale Saints - Insubstantial Lyrics
- Pale Saints - A Deep Sleep For Steven Lyrics
- Pale Saints - Sight Of You Lyrics
- Pale Saints - Ordeal Lyrics
- Pale Saints - Way The World Is Lyrics
- Pale Saints - Language Of Flowers Lyrics
- Pale Saints - Babymaker Lyrics
- Pale Saints - Fine Friend Lyrics
- Pale Saints - Thread Of Light Lyrics
- Pale Saints - You Tear The World In Two Lyrics
- Pale Saints - Featherframe Lyrics