Lucky One

Look up, sweet darling

And realize

That hounds have come to greet us, greet us

In our demise

Scrape the fine hair from the nape of your neck

Take a breath, take a breath

Then wail your little lungs out

Don't stop, hands trembling

And shut those eyes

Just remember

Fresh blood ran through your veins a long time

And your heavy soul

To the ground it'll go

And wail its little lungs out