Number of Lyrics in Album : 10
By Band Of Horses, well I'd like to think I'm the mess you'd wear
By Band Of Horses, a treat for all these problems
they can't find you for
By Band Of Horses, Out on the wall sounds of banging is constant coming
By Band Of Horses, the bottom the earth i have to fall
but you really
By Band Of Horses, silver scents of Saint Augustine
fire in the ground
between my better
By Band Of Horses, I'm shaking awful...
I'm shaking, asshole
and where's the remote?
its gonna fall
By Band Of Horses, I'm coming up only
To hold you under
I'm coming up only
To
By Band Of Horses, Back of the boat was painted wreckin' ball
There was country
By Band Of Horses, I got you arrested because
The party come and gone
I am
By Band Of Horses, Hey do you really know
Hate you because
Go tippy toe
And shut