Band of Horses Our Swords song lyrics

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

Your neck

Open your mouth, sounds of breathing found it spilling from your face

Best to be dim to the humble of traffic stomping on your name

Count on us all falling on our own swords tonight

And chilling walk home down the portions of roads there leading straight to your place

And look like the tin can would swallow 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