Deerhounds - the HIATUS

Deerhounds - the HIATUS
Frost in the morning
Dog barking
Emptied the trash
Lit my cig
Licking my lips
Still tastes like oatmeal
Licking my lips
Still tastes like oatmeal
Pristine chant in the
Remote cay echoes
The histories and stories
That are never spoken
My empty soul is screaming out
I'm starting out in
The world of pandemonium
Back in the days
Hands on deck
Struck in my head
I don't know why
Licking my lips
Still tastes like your lip
Licking my lips
Still tastes like your lip
Pristine chant in the remote
Cay echoes
The histories and stories
That are never spoken
My empty soul is screaming out
Just starting out
In the world of pandemonium
As I come down from the up above
I know the ones are
Gone from here
Uncrowned life
A westbound sign
I saw deerhounds
Running wild again
Again
Again
Again