The Brute Choir Lyrics - Will Oldham

Cow-call, and they were all calling together 

Describing the way to go 

I never hurt someone so young 

And I never held someone so sweet 

Makes me want to holler with them 

All the way down 

All the way down 

Their voices show the way 

How to hold it back 

See the end of the day 

Shut their mouths, shut their mouths 

And rip the pictures down 

Withdraw, withdraw, you live so far from town 

This is what makes a thing last 

Won't make what didn't happen go 

Take fear and call it lust 

Let me go lay in the snow 

I cannot rest 

With so many singing so many songs 

And what a way of singing 

Their voices are bringing trees to their knees 

With nothing to say when they're speaking 

They're quiet, the choir, their voices go higher 

The choir, the choir, their voices go higher