Ezra Bell
If God Put a Gun to My Head
Well the ink of your high horse is merely a chair
When I was sat there weeping while you weren't there
So go fuck yourself now, love as if you'd even dare
As the world wanders off all around me

Now at Harvard, you insist on calling your home
But a bathhouse, a bedroom, a fortress, a tomb
Once the laughter's died, we will all be alone
And watch the world wander off all around us

The gentry plays craps with dice forged from gold
Fortune and favor for them do as they're told
Crystal and time I'm holding cards that I can't fold
While the world it wanders off all around me

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Oh the ones that I've loved have grown thin and grey hair
They prey to their angels in the hopes that they'd care
We were barefoot in the grass once, and I wish that we'd stayed there
And let the world wander off all around us