The Hollows
by Doves
As I lay me down to fall asleep
with my demons dying and my pilot light weak,
I curse the last six months
I've been hiding behind a mustache, yeah.
And to those last 10 years
I've been howling a paper moon.
Well fuck you.
with my demons dying and my pilot light weak,
I curse the last six months
I've been hiding behind a mustache, yeah.
And to those last 10 years
I've been howling a paper moon.
Well fuck you.
This goes out to all my underdone and undertongued, monk-lunged frontmen.
As all this earth grows I'm planted.
That's some pull.
As all this earth grows I'm planted.
That's some pull.
You shine a flashlight in, my head box and spin,
an empty oyster shell, and celebrate the hollows.
an empty oyster shell, and celebrate the hollows.
This goes out to dirty dancing, cursing, back-masking, back-slitting pastors, kids.
As all this earth grows I'm planted
That's some pull.
As all this earth grows I'm planted
That's some pull.
In Berlin I saw two men fuck
in the dark corner of a basketball court.
Just a slight jangle of pocket change pulsing.
In the tourist part I lost 50 euros
to a guy with the walnut shells and the marble.
and it really pissed me off
so eww, I thought I'd go back to get my money,
but all my homies warned me, OH NO
those gypsys probably got knives.
in the dark corner of a basketball court.
Just a slight jangle of pocket change pulsing.
In the tourist part I lost 50 euros
to a guy with the walnut shells and the marble.
and it really pissed me off
so eww, I thought I'd go back to get my money,
but all my homies warned me, OH NO
those gypsys probably got knives.
This goes out to all my under-brewed, double duked, two time troopin fools.
As all this earth grows, I'm planted,
that's some pull.
As all this earth grows, I'm planted,
that's some pull.
I got them shaky gums and a couple of loose tooths.
Now tell me what should I do?
My God, the clock's always stuck tellin' 11:11, or 3:32.
Now tell me what should I do?
My God, the clock's always stuck tellin' 11:11, or 3:32.
This goes out to all to my under-done, under-tongued blung-wunged frontmen.
As all the earth's growing, I'm planted,
that's some pull.
As all the earth's growing, I'm planted,
that's some pull.
This goes out to my under-tongued, over-done, blung-wung frontmen.
As all this earth's stuck doin' the crow like it ain't no joke.
As all this earth's stuck doin' the crow like it ain't no joke.