Tourniquet (For Luck) Songtext
von Gatherers

Face up in the dirt
Soaked through
Your head runs skelter

You′re holier than God
Shiver when you sing
"I don't feel right
Come to think, I can′t feel much"

Now your harp strums all out of order
You are a death march, my procession tune
A cascade of black balloons

Can't chase it down with miracle water
To rid the taste of your name

Numb, or just calm?
Who's to say?
Numb, or just calm?


I′ll wear your tourniquet for luck
When you bleed me like a faucet
I feel loved

I feel loved
And now your harp strums all out of order
You are a death march, my procession tune
A cascade of black balloons

I′m falling steadfast, headed for slaughter
My heart pinned to your puritan collar
For you
And you

Nothingness all the time, lover
I need to feel
Nothingness all the time, lover
Now let me be here

Nothingness all the time, lover
I need to feel
Nothingness all the time, lover
Now let me be here


Nothingness all the time, lover
I need to feel