Tell Them That She´s Not Scared

Tell Them That She´s Not Scared

Envy On The Coast
(album: Lucy Gray)

I´ll hold your tears as a ransom
Within the palm of my hand,
And tell you once again,
Don´t tell me that you´re scared...

Wake, wake, wake her
From this sea of white linens and
Extract the drugs from her dreams
And sew her seams with delicateness,
´Cause beneath her chest sits the heart that I live for,
You´d kill for,
The angels would die for.
And with a subtle wink and a flutter of wings,
They whispered,
They whispered...

I´ll hold your tears as a ransom
Within the palm of my hand
And tell you once again
Don´t tell me that you´re scared

Alert the sawbones,
Tell them that she´s not scared.
She´s got an army of saints armed with her prayers.
Wake the angels
Tell them that she´s not scared.
She won´t be taking the next flight out of here.

With a relic in her right hand,
She rushes to the front line,
Stricken by the wounds across her chest
The angels swear she´s blessed with this medical test
That unlocks the gates to the place that we live for
We die for,
I know that she´s bound for.
And with a subtle wink and a mother´s instinct.
She whispered,
She whispered...

I´ll hold your tears as a ransom
Within the palm of my hand
And tell you once again
Don´t tell me that you´re...

Alert the sawbones,
Tell them that she´s not scared.
She´s got an army of saints armed with her prayers.
Wake the angels
Tell them that she´s not scared.
She won´t be taking the next flight...

Alert the sawbones, (This is only a test, she said)
Tell them that she´s not scared.
She´s got an army of saints armed with her prayers. (Broadcasting from hospital beds)
Wake the angels (This is only a test, she said)
Tell them that she´s not scared.
She won´t be taking the next flight out of here. (Broadcasting from hospital beds)

The angels dressed for the wake
But she sent them home, she sent them home
With a handful of bullet shells.
With a handful of bullet shells.