Lyrics Talking to the Dog - Obits

Talking to the Dog

Every heart in the city
Goes out in pity
When she makes it hail
Makes her do her will
Saw her on the beach and
Giving it a speech
Holds out her hand and
Makes it understand
Yeah
You’re talking to the dog
Oh Yeah
You’re talking to the dog
It doesn’t pry
Wherever it is allowed
No sordid secrets
No sordid friends
It winters hard
It waits for now
He’ll never pull at sleeve, no
He’ll never put it down
Oh Yeah
You’re talking to the dog
Such a fun day
You’re talking to the dog
Yeah
You’re talking to the dog
Such a fun day
You’re talking to the dog
Speak
Speak