Our Swords
Band Of Horses
BOut G#mon the wall sounds of banging
is constant coming from your head
And desperate the calls came
and ringing from those
wanna wring your neck
your neck
Open your mouth sounds of breathing
found it spilling from your face
Best to be dim to the humble
of traffic stepping on your name
ECount on us D#mall
Efallin' on our F#own swords
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And chilling walk home down the portions
roads there leading straight to your place
And look like the tin can will swallow
the kitchen plugging up your space
ECount on us D#mall
Esteppin' on our F#own toes
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G#m
ECount on us D#mall
Esteppin' on our F#own toes
ECount on us D#mall
Efallin' on F#own swords
Btonight