The Horse You Ride
Department of Eagles
Artichokes, with oily hearts Lying on my kitchen floor and I agree, with you I eat this time round it sounds so chore By and by, on your side Picking up the phone (Okay, hm..) Alphabets that make no sense Coming from each other's lips And now we try, despite our lies Purchases of chains and whips By and by, on your side Picking up the phone By and by, on your side Picking up the phone All around here All around here All around here All around here