Gangs Of Ballet - All These Things Lyrics

Gangs Of Ballet Lyrics

"All These Things"

All these things are gone
I said all these things are sold
Oh we've filled up our pockets with gold
We sold our meaning for gold

I felt my head explode
Oh I felt my head explode
I believed all those lies that you told
That our purpose is measured in gold

Naked we came here and naked we leave
Oh God our hearts shouldn't stop while we're waiting
Waiting
Waiting

I watched this all unfold
Oh I watched it all unfold
Like a fool tryna gather his gold
It's like tryna gather the wind
But I huff and puff and blow you out

Naked we came here and naked we leave
Oh God our hearts shouldn't stop while we're waiting
Waiting

Naked we came here and naked we leave
Oh God our hearts shouldn't stop while we're waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting

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album: "Yes / No / Grey" (2013)

Gangs Of Ballet - Yes / No / Grey album cover

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"All These Things" lyrics

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