Foals in winter coats
White girls of the north
File past one five and one
they are the fabled lambs of Sunday ham
the EHS norm
And they could float above the grass
in circles if they tried
a latent power i know they hide
to keep some hope alive
that a girl like i, could ever try
could ever try
So we just skirt the hallway sides
a phantom and fly
Follow the lines and wonder why
there's no connection
A week of rolling eyes
and cheap shots from the trite
and we're off to Nemarcas porch again
another afternoon
of the goat headtunes and pilfered booze
we wander through her mamma's house
the milk from the window lights
family portrait circa '95
this is that foreign land
of the sprayed on tans
and it all feels fine
be it silk or slime
So when they tap our monday heads
two zombies walk in our stead
this town seems hardly worth our time
and we'll no longer memorize or rhyme
too far along in our climb
stepping over what now towers to the sky
with no connection
So when they tap our Sunday heads
two zombies walk in our stead
this town seems hardly worth our time
and we'll no longer memorize or rhyme
too far along in our crime
stepping over what now towers to the sky
with no connection
okay just the "official" lyrics nothing big here
Foals in winter coats White girls of the north File past one five and one they are the fabled lambs of Sunday ham the EHS norm
And they could float above the grass in circles if they tried a latent power i know they hide to keep some hope alive that a girl like i, could ever try could ever try
So we just skirt the hallway sides a phantom and fly Follow the lines and wonder why there's no connection
A week of rolling eyes and cheap shots from the trite and we're off to Nemarcas porch again another afternoon of the goat headtunes and pilfered booze we wander through her mamma's house the milk from the window lights family portrait circa '95
this is that foreign land of the sprayed on tans and it all feels fine be it silk or slime
So when they tap our monday heads two zombies walk in our stead this town seems hardly worth our time
and we'll no longer memorize or rhyme too far along in our climb stepping over what now towers to the sky with no connection
So when they tap our Sunday heads two zombies walk in our stead this town seems hardly worth our time
and we'll no longer memorize or rhyme too far along in our crime stepping over what now towers to the sky with no connection