Texty: The Killers. Live at Royal Albert Hall [CD/DVD]. Sweet Talk.

Lift me up on my honor
Take me over this spell
Get this weight of my shoulder
I've carried it well

Lose these shackles of pressure
Shake me out of these chains
Lead me not to temptation
Hold my hand harder

Ease my mind
Roll down the smokescreen
And open the sky

Let me fly then I need a release
From these troubles of mine
Fix my feet when they're snowing
And well, you know it hurts sometimes
You know it's gonna bleed sometimes

Dig me out from this thorn tree
Help me bury my shame
Keep my eyes from the fire
They can't handle the flame

They've cut out from my brothers
When most of them fail
I carried it well

Let me fly then I need a release
From these troubles of mine
Fix my feet when they're snowing
I guess you know it hurts sometimes
You know it's gonna bleed sometimes

Now hold on, I'm not looking for sweet talk
I'm looking for time, time for towering sweet folk
All because it hurts sometimes
You know it's gonna bleed sometimes, hold on

You know it's gonna hurt sometimes
When you call me
Hold on, hold on, hold on

I'm gonna come with that symphony home
And make it mine, and this pleasure is mine, mark my way
See all these pestilence pills, expert on pills came to drag me down
So I could use this to shelter what could I've found