Fair To Midland Wolf Descends Upon The Spanish Sahara Lyrics

Wolf Descends Upon The Spanish Sahara Lyrics

If you're keeping score then you're bound to win,

A birds eye view of a
burning bridge,

You've gone through ghost towns settle past,

Hoping
the risk was worth a cause,



Oh, sound off the false alarm,



But i'll make my own colleague from wood and from ivory,

And
reap the rewards of proximity,

I'll assemble my equal from what I lack
and require,

And gather what's left unaccompanied,



It smells
like disaster,

It looks like a trap,

So go by the wayside,

And
never look back,



If you could spare me forty winks,

While you
cry wolf and I count sheep,

What good old ghosts in Kevlar vests,

With backbones like a jellyfish,



Oh, stomp on your land
again,



But i'll make my own colleague from wood and from
ivory,

And reap the rewards of proximity,

I'll assemble my equal
from what I lack and require,

And gather what's left unaccompanied,



It smells like disaster,

It looks like a trap,

So go by
the wayside,

And never look back,



If you are keeping score
then you are bound to win,

A ring side seat at the main event,

Oh,
stomp on your land again,



It smells like disaster,

It looks
like a trap,

So go by the wayside,

And never look back.