Texty: Soundtrack Artists. Bootstrap's Bootstraps.

Put your eye to the spy Put your eye to the spy glass, put your hand to the hatchet, there are mines in the trenches, there are arms in the branches, hear them argue in the garden, who will silence their voices, who will peer through the key hole and silence the night so you can sing me a chorus or hum me a melody, I wont ignore it, just promise to love me,

sing me a chorus Or hum me a melody, I wont ignore it, just promise to love me,

we?re mislead entwined and we?re settled in the nests, of these cob webs of lies our devotions are dead, we?re mislead entwined and we?re settled in the nests, of these cob webs of lies our devotions are dead, be careful you little eyes, visions will sever ties, we?ll bring our guns and they?ll bring their knives, moonlight in on me and through my window sill, anticipating another breath to kill, sing me a chorus or hum me a melody, I wont ignore it, just promise to love me, sing me a chorus Or hum me a melody, I wont ignore it, just promise to love me, we?re mislead entwined and we?re settled in the nests, of these cob webs of lies our devotions are dead, we?re mislead entwined and we?re settled in the nests, of these cob webs of lies our devotions are dead, uprooted from the waters we?ve forgotten from which we came, my father be the bridge for my price has been paid, uprooted from the waters we?ve forgotten from which we came, my father be the bridge for my price has been paid, we?re mislead entwined and we?re settled in the nests, of these cob webs of lies our devotions are dead, we?re mislead entwined and we?re settled in the nests, of these cob webs of lies our devotions are dead,glass
Put your hand to the hatchet

there are ????? in the trenches
there are arms in the branches