Mammoth

(álbum: Our Love To Admire - 2007)

Spare me the suspense
Spare me the suspense
I got no currency, but I'm heaven-sent

So spare me the suspense
Just spare me the suspense

Hey, lady wraith
Oh, I so hope you try
You're late, babe, you know it's your time

I won't let you sit by
So cold in the pitch night
Alone you can't make amends
No, I won't let you sit by
So cold in the pitch night
We should dance like two fucking twins

Just spare me the suspense

There are seven ancient pawnshops along the road
I know seven aching daddies you may want to know

Ooh, right on

Hey, lady wraith
Oh baby, I can't deny
I got a taste, a taste, a taste and it's time

But I won't let you sit by
So cold in the pitch night
Alone you can't make amends
No, I won't let you sit by
So cold in the pitch night
It's enough with this fucking incense

Just spare me the suspense

There are seven ancient pawn shops along the road
Oh I know seven aging daddies you may want to know
When you played your heart out, you made me turn around

Ooh, right on

Wait, oh, you froze in the night
You're late, there's a hole in the sky
No haste, no lesson, no lie
Got a taste that I can't deny

(Spare me the suspense)

And you wait till you know that it's time
You wait till you know that it's time
You wait till you know that it's time
You wait till you know that it's time
You say to me, set black fires, do you know?
You say to me, set black fires