A Wolf Decends Upon the Spanish Sahara Songtext

von Fair To Midland

If you're keeping score then you're bound to win
A birds eye view of a burning bridge
You come trough ghost towns set on pause
Hoping the risk was worth the cause
Whoa
Sound off the false alarm
Whoa
But I'll make my own colleague from wood and froom ivory
And reap the rewards of proximity
I'll assemble my equals from what I lacked and required and
Gather what's left unaccompanied.
It smells lile disaster
It looks like a trap
So go by the wayside
And never look back
If you could spare me forty winks
While you cry wolf
And i count sheep
What good are ghosts in kevlar vests
With backbones lile a jellyfish
Whoa
Stomp on your land again
Whoa
?Chorus?