Dog Whistle Songtext
von Weave
Dog Whistle Songtext
Do it for calls of praise
You know I′m trying to help
But nothing seems to help when
Warm urban winters they melt
Flickers the candle on your bookshelf
Muscles still torn from the past
And childhood portraits don't last
You and me we search inherently for something
A thing that doesn′t exist to slip and fall beneath my skin
Your ally's yourself
Standing idle helps
Stuck being married to a blur
You know I'm keeping the last for you
Analyse it yourself
Sacrificing your wealth
There is no way out of the mind
When you find that you′re falling frail
Darling, who makes the bail?
Pay off your fear with social currency
And quit while you′re ahead
Happiness lies beyond the bottom of a glass, you know?
My stagnant they hands shake the irony appealing to the mass
Whilst town criers shout what you're too scared to ask
Concrete slabs they take the reigns now
Lying dormant in their false beliefs
"Push them back, push them back," he said
A feeling′s still a feeling if you're dragging it straight from hell
Your ally′s yourself
Standing idle helps
Stuck being married to a blur
You know I'm keeping the last for you
Analyse it yourself
Sacrificing your wealth
There is no way out the of mind
When you find that you′re falling frail
Darling, who makes the bail?
Your ally's yourself
Your ally's yourself
Your ally′s yourself
You know I′m trying to help
But nothing seems to help when
Warm urban winters they melt
Flickers the candle on your bookshelf
Muscles still torn from the past
And childhood portraits don't last
You and me we search inherently for something
A thing that doesn′t exist to slip and fall beneath my skin
Your ally's yourself
Standing idle helps
Stuck being married to a blur
You know I'm keeping the last for you
Analyse it yourself
Sacrificing your wealth
There is no way out of the mind
When you find that you′re falling frail
Darling, who makes the bail?
Pay off your fear with social currency
And quit while you′re ahead
My stagnant they hands shake the irony appealing to the mass
Whilst town criers shout what you're too scared to ask
Concrete slabs they take the reigns now
Lying dormant in their false beliefs
"Push them back, push them back," he said
A feeling′s still a feeling if you're dragging it straight from hell
Your ally′s yourself
Standing idle helps
Stuck being married to a blur
You know I'm keeping the last for you
Analyse it yourself
Sacrificing your wealth
There is no way out the of mind
When you find that you′re falling frail
Darling, who makes the bail?
Your ally's yourself
Your ally's yourself
Your ally′s yourself
Writer(s): Alex Dyball, Jonah Tibenham, Tom Littlewood, Zak Broadhead Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
