Lyrics
Weatherman is always wrong
He tells me sunny skies with his rain coat on
Weatherman is up to no good
He tells me no chance of rain
As if I haven't got a brain
I don't trust the people of this town
They walk around smiling
But I know inside they got a frown
I don't trust the people in this house
Sometimes things go missing when I put them down
Little things speak out to me if I listen
Try to close my ears
But somehow they get my attention
Blood of lamb
On the door
Signs of a coming place that I choose to ignore
It's like these floors can feel me
Something breathes down my neck
My hair ends up and I feel itchy
I look into my hands but they're empty
I gave myself away to a man
Who I thought loved me
I look into my chest but it's hollowed
It's been scooped out by a crow
Who needed a heart to borrow
Little things speak out to me if I listen
Try to close my ears
But somehow they get my attention
Blood of lamb
On the door
Signs of a coming place that I choose to ignore
Little things speak out to me if I listen
Try to close my ears
But somehow they get my attention
Blood of lamb
On the door
Signs of a coming place that I choose to ignore
To ignore
Little things speak out to me if I listen
Try to close my ears
But somehow they get my attention