Band of Horses Our Swords Letras: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
Open your mouth sounds of breathing found it
spilling from your face Best to be dim to the
humble of traffic stepping on your name
[Más Letras en es.mp3lyrics.org/11RQ]Count on us all falling 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 follow our own swords tonight
Letras: Our Swords Band of Horses [final]