Our Swords – Band Of Horses – letras

Out on the wall sounds of banging is constant coming from your headAnd desperate the calls came and ringing from those wanna wring your neckWring your neckOpen your mouth sounds of breathing found it spilling from your faceBest to be dim to the humble of traffic stepping on your nameCount on us all follow our own swords tonightAnd chilling walk home down the portions roads there leading straight to your placeAnd look like the tin can with swallows the kitchen plugging up your spaceCount on us all stepping on our own toes tonightCount on us all stepping on our own toesCount on us all follow our own swords tonight