The Killers - Sweet talk

Lift me up on my honor
Take me over this spell
Get this weight off my shoulder
I've carried it well
Loose 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 smoke-screen
Open the sky

Let me fly
Man I need a release from this troublesome mind
Fix my feet when they're stumblin'
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
Race cried out for my brothers
But most of them failed
I carried it well

Let me fly
Man I need a release from this troublesome mind
Fix my feet when they're stumblin'
I guess you know it hurts sometimes
You know it's gonna bleed sometimes
Now hold on

I'm not lookin' for sweet talk
I'm lookin' for time
Time for towerin' sweet folk
Brother 'cause it hurts sometimes
You know it's gonna bleed sometimes
Hold on

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

Hold on
Hold on

I'm gonna fly my symphony home and make it mine
Let its regiments find my way
See all these pessimists
These sufferists
Tend to drag me down
So I could use it to shelter what good I've found