Wild Beasts - A Dog's Life

Read the odds of this song
Walk colder home, walk cold
My press face on the ice lead
A time is heaven when you call
Painted lipstick on it
Walk the truth up to me

Border like all the others
Just one of my sweaters
Made of something better

So throw a ball up into space
Hold the phone up to its face

Leave it outside in the rain
A tired walk by it's head
Never speak of me again

Written by:
BEN LITTLE, CHRISTOPHER ROBERT TALBOT, HAYDEN NORMAN THORPE, THOMAS WILLIAM FLEMING

Publisher:
Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY

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