The Darcys - House Built Around Your Voice | Текст песни

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• The Darcys
• House Built Around Your Voice

Well, this is the plan.
Are you in? Are you out?
Well, I lean on my smile.
I pack up all of our doubt.
On the back of a storm,
right out from your mouth,
drunk as I ride
right up into your house.

Well, I've heard, I've heard you talk this way before
when you were talking of the casualties,
about the bodies you've left in unmade beds
and there was nothing left to do but sleep.

Living like this
in a house built round your voice.
There's no fear for the instinct,
a fear for all of our choice.
This is the plan.
Well, I'm In. Oh, well I'm in.
It's impeachable silence
behind your grin.

Well I've heard I've heard you talk this way before
when you were talking of the casualties,
about the bodies you've left in unmade beds
and there was nothing left to do but sleep.