When Saints Go Machine - Slave to the Take in Your Heaven lyrics

Hurricane hit Some words add to truth some don't Ran out for smoke mid fire Habits die hard Happy you came Now I'm a constant wait Happy you came Four walls a constant wake Why should I listen Names on shuttles in space Dead end streets I pave No wider than what's missing On dog's fours you listen Slave to take in your heaven Slave to take in your heaven Shot through eight and I shot through ten I don't mind the Mystic sea or myth in me I'm in love Shot through eight and I shot through ten Doubled time I'm Shocked by your moves And make pretend I'm in love No screams could make it end I could Could have been glowing from the Additives in the drinks Or noon woods Happy you came I was about to lose it all Why should I listen for Names on shuttles in space Dead end streets I pave No wider than what's missing On dog's fours you listen Slave to take in your heaven Slave to take in your heaven Shot through eight and I shot through ten I don't mind the Mystic sea or myth in me I'm in love Shot through eight and I shot through ten Doubled time I'm Shocked by your moves And make pretend I'm in love Mouth never speaks of summer Home feels like the road still Bent palm trees Won't part a leaf Storm up ahead still I meet people These strangers tell me I'm not straight In bars they tell me I'm hate In bars I'm with fate Tell them I'm with fate I meet people These strangers tell me I'm not straight In bars they tell me I'm hate In the some bars I tell them I'm with fate Me I'm with fate