Prophet Songtext
von Bjéar
Prophet Songtext
Say what you want, there is no way back
Come get down off that throne
I could never believe ya
Hope you haven′t found yourself too soon
Freeze me
I wasn't ever the diva (Don′t I know)
Who never got out of a season (Hold back or I'll fall)
I wasn't ever the prophet (Heaven knows)
Take it right out of your pocket (I hold my head up high)
There′s five ways to go
And one way to know how
But I don′t understand how you stand
Take back that dome
Recall that you cortisoned your soul
Freeze me
I wasn't ever the diva (Don′t I know)
Who never got out of the season (Hold on to that gold)
I wasn't ever the prophet (Heaven knows)
Take it right out of your pocket (I hold my head up high)
I have a fever
I have got a fever
Caught in a corner
Can′t see ya leaving
I've got a feeling
You′re gonna fool me
Feel kinda freezy
Feel kinda haunted
I wasn't ever the diva (You're a ghost)
We never got out of the season (Hold back or I′ll fall)
I wasn′t ever the prophet (Heaven shows)
They're taking me up in their rocket (I hold my head up high)
I wasn′t ever a diva (You're a ghost)
I didn′t ever believe her (Hold back or I'll fall)
I wasn′t ever the prophet (Heaven shows)
Take it right out of your pocket (I hold my head up high)
Come get down off that throne
I could never believe ya
Hope you haven′t found yourself too soon
Freeze me
I wasn't ever the diva (Don′t I know)
Who never got out of a season (Hold back or I'll fall)
I wasn't ever the prophet (Heaven knows)
Take it right out of your pocket (I hold my head up high)
There′s five ways to go
And one way to know how
But I don′t understand how you stand
Take back that dome
Recall that you cortisoned your soul
Freeze me
I wasn't ever the diva (Don′t I know)
Who never got out of the season (Hold on to that gold)
I wasn't ever the prophet (Heaven knows)
Take it right out of your pocket (I hold my head up high)
I have a fever
I have got a fever
Caught in a corner
Can′t see ya leaving
I've got a feeling
You′re gonna fool me
Feel kinda freezy
Feel kinda haunted
I wasn't ever the diva (You're a ghost)
We never got out of the season (Hold back or I′ll fall)
I wasn′t ever the prophet (Heaven shows)
They're taking me up in their rocket (I hold my head up high)
I wasn′t ever a diva (You're a ghost)
I didn′t ever believe her (Hold back or I'll fall)
I wasn′t ever the prophet (Heaven shows)
Take it right out of your pocket (I hold my head up high)
Writer(s): Braeden John Mckee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

