Spine

The kind of air you got has got it going on
You're making faces at the tree line
Get outside boys, we're building a pyre, to
Give 'em all a sign, to

Get into touch
Hook to that sinking feeling
Out there, they've got blades for hands and a hunger
For someone like you

Held like a sigh
Caught on a wired fence, you're dancing all wrong
It's gonna be a song
It's gonna be a song to me

It's gonna be a song
It's gonna be a song to me
It's gonna be a song
It's gonna be a song

Oh, yeah!
If—

If nature doesn't kill you, I'm gonna
That'll harden your spine more than this