Our Swords Lyrics by Band Of Horses
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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
Wring 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

Count on us all follow our own swords tonight

And chilling walk home down the portions roads there leading straight to your place
And look like the tin can with 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
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   Wring 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      Count on us all follow our own swords tonight      And chilling walk home down the portions roads there leading straight to your place   And look like the tin can with 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