Our Swords Lyrics - Everything All The Time - Band Of Horses

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 

Count on us all, follow our own swords tonight 

And chilling walk home down the portions roads they're leading straight to your place 

And look like the tin can with swallows the kitchen plugging up your space