Evanturetime - Vultures lyrics

real roads lay in they try to get you playing but you know it's gonna need your time well keep it out of your mind it's something made up in a mean, mad mould and the while it takes to wiggle's gonna weaken you whole, why if you're mimicking the moon right, just scared of stepping down the south sides it's a feather or a fence, i'm feeling every sound intensify fast down the figure, seeking something sweeter. see the vultures sweeping through the window pane nothing new nor sad nor strange just the way the sky thrives fly on vultures, feed on every final they play a fickle kind of game