Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song West, artist - Radical Face. Date of issue: 05.11.2015
Song language: English
West |
| Familiar ground’s a distant thing |
| When you travel vague and crooked roads |
| And the sun’s a scab on vacant skies |
| Now we always hope we’re still alone |
| There’s too much time for idle minds |
| Imagination’s armed with hooks and knives |
| We count our fears to pass the time |
| Tired or not, don’t close your eyes |
| A picket fence |
| A painted house |
| A quiet life |
| One where our days are calm |
| And night’s are spent in kind |
| One where our hopes and dreams |
| Are attainable things |
| One where time can’t reach |
| Gain half the plains now |
| Cut mountain chains down |
| Sleep when you can |
| You can’t know how the night’s fall |
| Things will be better there |
| Things will be good there |
| Don’t stop to think |
| Just chase the dream we’re chasing |
| I smell the fireplace |
| Warm light, a warm face |
| A quiet life |
| A life, a life, a life, a life |
| A life along the breeze |
| The dogs came at midnight |
| Guns drawn and eye’s bright |
| I heard them laughin' |
| Black voices scratchin' |
| Black wind they move like |
| Our lives ain’t worth the millions |
| As dog’s tear the canvas |
| Flies on the carcass |
| But it buys the time we need |
| The dogs came at midnight |
| The dogs came at midnight |
| The dogs came at midnight |
| And I always hear them laughing |