The Tease

Evans Blue

Hold your hands into the sky 
Pray for mercy, instead of time 
Big city lights shine on my big city girl
I think she builds her own heaven 
Cause she finds this a lonesome world 
Filled with dirty street cars 
and dirty signs 
I hope there comes a time when 
I get to see your dirty mind 

Hold your hands into the sky 
Pray for mercy, instead of time 
Low budget movies,
change our low budget lives 
Theres something to corsets and horror
that joins our lonesome minds 
And these bloody faces
with their bloodly knives 
Say if we ever make it 
We'll be so bloody tired
(Of these times)

Hold your hands into the sky 
Pray for mercy, instead of time 
You are the massacre, 
the massacist, the tease 
And you're captivating, 
standing in front of me 

Is the reason, 
Im still wondering
why everyone we loved has broke away 

Hold your hands into the sky 
Pray for mercy, instead of time 
You are the massacre, 
the massacist, 
the tease 
And you're captivating, 
standing in front of me 
Hold your hand into the sky 
Pray for mercy, instead of time 

So be my masscre, be my massacist, be my tease 
Cause you captivate me when you stand in front of me