Our Swords

作词 : Ben Bridwell

作曲 : Ben Bridwell/Chris Early/Tim Meinig

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

And open your mouth sounds of breathing foulness spilling from your face

You best to beat them to the humble of traffic stomping on your name

Count on us all fall on 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