Spine

The kind of air you got has got it going on

You're making faces at the tree line

Get outside boys, we're building a pyre, to

Five 'em all a sign, to

Get into touch

Hook to that sinking feeling

Out there, they've got blades for hands and a hunger

For someone like you

Held like a sigh

Caught on a wire fence, you're dancing all wrong

It's gonna be a song

It's gonna be a song to me

If nature doesn't kill you, I'm gonna

That'll harden your spine more than this