Josiah Wolf Is The Body Hung Lyrics

Am I giving you
Hardly the wrong queue
Of what my life is

Am I giving you
Hardly the wrong "u"
Of just how nice it is

I just need some time
Away from this race
We drank the best wine
Now we're walking in place

And the grey never waits
For a man to make haste
But the hand doesn't know its own age
When it touches the lines on your face, face

If your season is a reason
Make up your mind
And I'm just breezing ahead
'Cause God's made me blind

And I've been told if I have a plan
State my case But the hand doesn't know its own name
When it touches your face

You sit like a monument in front of me
These angels drag themselves from my feet
Is a body hung
Once the tongue sits smartly waiting to retreat

You sit like a monument in front of me
These angels drag themselves from my feet
Is the body hung
Once the tongue sits smartly waiting to retreat

Smartly waiting to retreat

When the moment's gone past
You'll have taken my place
It's the sound of the smack of two hands
At a relay race

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