Dogs - Page France

I heard it’s getting windy so I’ll set and watch you blow

I will chain you to my boat

I will carry you back home

And I won’t say I love you cause it’s all been said before

Let’s not say it anymore

'cause love nothing here’s for sure

They treat us like dogs

So we play along

We bark and we moan

And play them more songs

But when we blow away

And get out of this place

We go down like a shout

And up like a praise

I heard it’s getting windy and we’ll all be blown away

Did you tell me you’re afraid?

Darling, you look so afraid

And I’m not sure what happens when everything here ends

But I hope it’s like they said

And I hope it never ends

They treat us like gold

Dug up to be sold

We shine and we shake

Assuming our roles

But when we blow away

Up over this place

We go down like a shout

And up like a praise

I know it’s hard to see me darling

Let your eyes adjust

If you go blind just trust

You are made out of my dust

I was made out of your dust

And the wind will carry us

In the ocean’s evening dust

Up above the mountain tops

He will have the both of us

He will have the both of us

He will have the both of us

You will have the both of us