Heath Lyrics

Red Animal War Heath

it's the money not the principle it's the taste of wine
from a plastic fishbowl it's so funny versus what you
know it's the scent of them that always brings you home
dead of winter sets inside your soul silent slumbering
but since when was peace our goal and you know you could
be anything here but so scared afraid of how it might go
second guess this looking glass show i'm feeling low sink
your teeth in the snow break these heels and let it go
loosen your grip and let the blood flow burning time on
the anthills with your jackets on fire nevermind this
small razor slip up cut a grin and carve out a smile at
the center of downtown i'm screaming my fair lungs out
can i get an amen my friends i'm slipping now sink your
teeth in the snow break these heels and let it go loosen
your grip and let the blood flow