Lyrics
Lays her little things on a table
Likes to be close to the people
There were dog days waiting behind the fence
Baring teeth, baring teeth, baring teeth
And I was saying it would be ok
But I am the dog
And your table is foolish
Dogs are screaming
Take you in their bellies
And a stone hammer
Cry what are we doing here
Locked gate pressed by the wind
Saved by your darling face again and again
Locked gate pressed by the wind
Saved by your darling face again and again
Rocks fall from the sky
And the dust of lost voices
Are running ahead for the ball that's not coming
There's an ocean to cross with crossed fingers
We don't need much luck
There's an ocean to cross with crossed fingers
We don't need much luck
There's an ocean to cross with crossed fingers
We don't need much luck