Dirt

by Searows

From the album: Death in the Business of Whaling

Duration: 05:09

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Lyrics for Dirt

Don't you wanna ask me how little I know In the grass outside the fence where its all overgrown? And its not feelin' any better The same clenching in my throat, no, no And, the wolves, they will surround you 'til the circle is closed Chewin' holes into your sneakers when you get too close And it's delusion, but it's peaceful That this body is not your own 'Til the ground Pulls you down To the dirt I knew We'd always come back to And how do I feed you? And will you keep this up 'til something completes you? Hm-mm, mm-mm Hm-mm, mm-mm-mm Is it better when you leave? But the lines are all withdrawn And you can't see the path that you are on And, all of a sudden, they're cutting the wings from off my back Head on the sofa Hands on my lap I want it back 'Til the ground Pulls you down To the dirt I knew We'd always come back to Oh, and how do I feed you? And will you keep this up 'til somethin' completes you? Hm-mm, mm-mm Hm-mm-mm, hm

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