Look Out

Out with a golden we saw

And the lower past that crawls

Now till the dawn waits you've been

To the girl that's not enough

Shower's looking, now we're peaking over

I was looking

In the calm of feather flip the soul

Of harlots all the same

When I hope I'm still alive, of of course

And he doesn't listen

Now when I passed them again

And the dawn in your hand

So I have gathered to bring

And I guess that you'd know

Shower's looking, now we're peaking over

I was looking

In the calm of feather flip the soul

Of harlots all the same

So I hope I'm still alive of course

And he doesn't listen

And you'll be looking worse

Waiting for the sand around

When the sun will come

Drag you for miles

So you come around as the weather starts to change

And you settle in

And the best as it remains