Rabbits f*cking in the train yard
And dogs running out from the fire
A horse never could be anything
Anything at all
And the last living human
Could be sleeping inside your smile
Inside your smile
They could be waiting
Waiting for
Their time to die
Inside your smile
They could be waiting
Waiting for
Their time to die
My bed is littered with beer cans
Buckets of solder for my guitar
I were a fish I'd fill up my gills
Maybe go sleeping inside your smile
Inside your smile
They could be waiting
Waiting for
Their time to die
Inside your smile
They could be waiting
Waiting for
Their time to die