Текст Funeral Suits – The Pounding Of Hearts

So long as I’m breathing
So what if I believe in
The heat of the love, the burning of skin
The gates to the woods, the swinging of limbs

Slow burn, fast healer
Too young to see it
The kick in the air from somewhere below
The pounding of hearts, the cages of smoke

I waited for a shiver
I waited for a bomb
I waited for a shiver
I waited for a bomb

So long as I’m breathing
So what if I believe in
The heat of the love, the burning of skin
The gates to the woods, the swinging of limbs

Slow burn, fast healer
Too young to see it
The kick in the air from somewhere below
The pounding of hearts, the cages of smoke

Now you know how to shoot, now you know how to kill
Now you know how to shoot, now you know how to kill
Now you know how to shoot, now you know how to kill
Now you know how to shoot, now you know how to kill

Now you know how to shoot, now you know how to kill
Now you know how to shoot, now you know how to kill