Tekster:
Band Of Horses Everything All The Time

I'd like to think I'm the mess you'd wear with pride. like some empty dress on the bed you've layed out for tonight. maybe I'll tell you sometime. time

scents of Saint Augustine fire in the ground between my better teeth we're dancing on the poison in their graves at the end of the night we'd all seen

to keep yourself But don't you ever listen at all The parents are enforcing the law The wine is there to keep yourself But don't you ever listen at all

And shut off the world Shut off to all, you ghost I barely told a lie And waited to reply Now go for a while Shut off the world Shut off to all I'm yours

... the Great Salt Lake We're following home We want more Following home We all want more If ever beat down, we know who we are They know we all want

its gonna fall off. the snowing in cover, do you recover from those? and christmas time coming and over approaching we've been drinking, pardon. as christmas time

Shut off to the world Shut off to all, you ghost Early told a lie Afraid to be blind Now go for a while Shut off the world Shut off to all I'm yours

: A tree for all these problems they can find you for the moment then for all past efforts there buried deep beneath your heart and somewhere in your

at the bottom where i'd fallen. and slowly dear ask that you dance with me here with the shades down lights off when i didn't know you and everything