Wild Dogs & Black Flies
On the long way home
watch the crowds on Sterling Rd
White like the sugar that thins your skin
(Walk with me)
On the long way home
Shouldn't be out here on my own
Wild dogs and black flies swarming the king
I saw him
I know which way the wind is blowing
Blowing your words into my mouth
Your wings on my tongue, on my tongue
I'll find you there when I sink my teeth in
"Hello?"
"Can you hear me now?"
"Do I get my say?"
Watch where you point that thing!
On the other side of the tracks
Lovers hold hands in the landfill
On the other side of the tracks
On voting day, your lips may touch
But you won't hear each other's hello
Hello, hello, hello
They're sleeping in the steam out there
They're always what they seem out there
Don't tell me that I'm home, I'm home now
You strip the sheets in every dream
You patch a hole but snag the seam
And something in the stitches tells me nothing's any different now
I heard about a place with stars above the door
Words smudged in grease paint and charcoal on the floor
If you've got a switch-blade, you can hustle your way in
But hold tight to your halo, angel
watch the crowds on Sterling Rd
White like the sugar that thins your skin
(Walk with me)
On the long way home
Shouldn't be out here on my own
Wild dogs and black flies swarming the king
I saw him
I know which way the wind is blowing
Blowing your words into my mouth
Your wings on my tongue, on my tongue
I'll find you there when I sink my teeth in
"Hello?"
"Can you hear me now?"
"Do I get my say?"
Watch where you point that thing!
On the other side of the tracks
Lovers hold hands in the landfill
On the other side of the tracks
On voting day, your lips may touch
But you won't hear each other's hello
Hello, hello, hello
They're sleeping in the steam out there
They're always what they seem out there
Don't tell me that I'm home, I'm home now
You strip the sheets in every dream
You patch a hole but snag the seam
And something in the stitches tells me nothing's any different now
I heard about a place with stars above the door
Words smudged in grease paint and charcoal on the floor
If you've got a switch-blade, you can hustle your way in
But hold tight to your halo, angel
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Writer(s): Ada Vale
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