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Artiste:
Villagers
Titre:
Becoming A Jackal
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The most familiar room Every implement was leading to you And your homely sense of disarray Never once the same, always rearranged But things would never change In the scene between the window frame Where the jackals preyed on every soul Where they tied you to a pole And stripped you of your clothes I was a dreamer Staring at windows Out onto the main street Cos that's where the dream goes And each time they found fresh meat to chew I would turn away and return to you You would offer me your unmade made Feed me till I'm fed, read me till I'm read But when the morning came You would catch me at the window again In an eyes wide open sleeping state Staring into space, with no look upon my face I was a dreamer Staring at windows Out onto the main street Cos that's where the dream goes And when I got older, when I grew bolder Out onto the streets I flew Released from your shackles I danced with the jackals And learned a new way to move So before you take this song as truth You should wonder what I'm taking from you How I benefit from you being here Lending me your ears while I'm selling you my fears I was a dreamer (I'm selling you my fears) Staring at windows (I'm selling you my fears) Out onto the main street (I'm selling you my fears) Cos that's where the dream goes (I'm selling you) I was a dreamer Staring at windows Out onto the main street Cos that's where the dream goes.