Visit From The Dead Dog – Ed Harcourt – letras

Got a visit from the dead dogHe slept at the end of my bed last nightHe could tell I was fadingAnd somehow fighting against the lightEveryday when I open my eyesI see unwanted funeralsMaybe I’ll be buried aliveBut I’ve never seen you so beautifulOh, I’m staying in todayAnd watch the others playOh, wash my sins awayLike all good children I mean what I sayI guess God has the last laughFrom up on high he lets us killAnd his people die for their faithAnd we call it triumph of the willAll the theories in my own headFragment and bump into themselvesI’ll run instead of taking a walkInstead of sixes I see twelvesOh, I’m staying in todayAnd watch the others playOh, wash my sins awayLike all good children I mean what I sayRun where you’ve never been beforeLest the dead dog chase you homeRun where you’ve never been beforeLest the dead dog chase you home