Visit From The Dead Dog - Ed Harcourt

Got a visit from a dead dog

He slept at the end of my bed last night

He could tell I was fading

And somehow fighting against the light

And every day when I open my eyes

I see unwanted funerals

Maybe I’ll be buried alive

But I’ve never seen you so beautiful

Oh, I’m staying in today

And watch the others play

Oh, and wash my sins away

Like all good children, I mean what I say

I guess God has the last laugh

From up on high, he lets us kill

And his people die for their faith

And we call it triumph of the will

All the theories in my own head

Fragment and bump into themselves

I’ll run instead of taking a walk

Instead of sixes I see twelves

Oh, I’m staying in today

And watch the others play

Oh, and wash my sins away

Like all good children, I mean what I say

Run where you’ve never been before

Lest the dead dog chase you home

Run where you’ve never been before

Lest the dead dog chase you home

Oh, I’m staying in today

And watch the others play

Oh, and wash my sins away

Like all good children, I mean what I say

Run where you’ve never been before

Lest the dead dog chase you home

Run where you’ve never been before

Lest the dead dog chase you home