Band Of Horses

Out on 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 humbleing
Traffic stepping on your name

Count on us all
To fall on our own swords tonight

A chilling walk home down the portions
Roads there leading straight to your place
And look like the tin can which swallows
The kitchen plugging up your space

Count on us all
Stepping on our own toes tonight

Count on us all
Stepping on our own toes
Count on us all
Falling on our own swords tonight