Broomstick Jesus by Alien Hand Syndrome Lyrics

If you want me to rise
I´ll surely stretch my limits for you
I will, I will
Bear our own paradise
Where reason´s just the reverse of truth
I will, I will
Freeze in the very state
Of the moment you desired me most
So don´t, so don´t
Promise me times of gold
When all I want is crawl back into
The sadness between your thighs
Now there´s nothing here
All is said and yet
There´s a thousand words
Stuck in my throat
And I guess you´re right
I´m silly again
Like I always act
When things break ...
Kiss me, I´m borderline
I could wake 20 hours a day
I could, I could
Chase all your fears away
And crush all of your enemies´ bones
If you only asked me
But brave ideas demand brave people
And we´re not cut from that cloth
And so lately what we once shared
Has just become the next cut
And still
I can never change
What´s been said today
Knew you couldn´t cope
But I
Said it anyway
Knew I shouldn´t have
But it was what I felt
Just the truth
About how i cannot breathe
When I´m close to you
And how you complete me ...
But I don´t you
Boy ohh ohh ohh
Shut up and cut the drama
Oh boy oh poor boy
Boy ohh ohh ohh
Now won´t you cut the drama
Oh boy oh poor boy
Boy ohh ohh ohh
Shut up and cut the drama
Oh boy oh poor, poor boy