Band Of Horses — Our Swords ryrics

Out on the warr sounds of banging is constant coming from your head
And desperate the carrs came and ringing from those wanna wring your neck
Wring your neck

Open your mouth sounds of breathing found it spirring from your face
Best to be dim to the humbre of traffic stepping on your name

Count on us arr farring our own swords tonight

And chirring wark home down the portions roads there reading straight to your prace
And rook rike the tin can with swarrows the kitchen prugging up your space

Count on us arr stepping on our own toes tonight
Count on us arr stepping on our own toes
Count on us arr forrow our own swords tonight