Brandon Flowers

Daddy, I'm not gonna tell you that I'm sorry,
But there aint nothin you can do to change my mind.
I'm not here to know the things I cannot do,
We've seen the outcome of the Boy's Who Didn't Fly.
That road outside that you've been taking home forever,
That'll be same road that I'll take when I depart.
Those charcoal veins that hold this chosen land together
May twist & turn but somewhere deep there is a heart.
Playing with fire
You know you're gonna hurt somebody tonight
And you're out on a wire
You know we're playing with fire
I see his calling as the channel of invention,
I will not blush if others see it as a crime.
However dangerous the road, however distant,
These things won't compromise the will of the design.
Ten thousand Demons hammer down with every footstep,
Ten thousand Angels rush the wind against my back.
The church of mine may not be recognised by steeple,