Wicked Light Sleeper Songtext
von The Joggers

Sweet speaking pitch
Wicked like sleep, no magic trick
No burning bridge
No rabid kick could build these graves in the sky

Burning breathless on the skin of your eye
Little bitch
Crowd church, wrong pew
If you′re selling your favorite understanding
Leave the children to their branding
Leave the grown-ups to dismember
Straight wages in love
Lanterns burn all winter
Like the darkest half formed blisters
Grown tender, grown tender as a fuse


At night, fumes of ordinance flicker
Out to each of us
These things, these things
Don't speak at all
When it′s never strained enough
When it's never pained enough
To bleed, to bleed the energy away
A sigh of deceit
We have different ways and needs

Breathe, breathe my whims
If these hands don't shake when the air runs thin
Costs so much
Man, it costs so much not to let them in
Or out, don′t care the fact
We′ll all pay twice for every scar
No other, no other, no other prevents
Visiting an interest on the ones who pass out orders

I think you're too good a shot
I think you′re too good a shot
To have never been self-taught
I think you're too good a shot
I think you′re too good a shot
To have never been self-taught
I think you're too good a shot


I breathe my whims
And if these hands don′t shake when the air runs thin
The years they came moved over us both
We barely believed whatever arrived
We let it fall, 'cause it's falling right now
Bells sound out over sunburnt hands
I hear them now

And it takes all of it in
Crossing out where we′ve been
Hardly shelter from the things you feel you have to pay
Fragile′s all the darkness
Through the threshold, through the stalks
We'd all gain
Sick thoughts in the context
Every moment, every thought we can′t say
Fragile's all the darkness
Just a portion never lost, never repaid