Deerhounds - the HIATUS

Frost in the morning

Dog barking

Emptied the trash

Lit my cig

Licking my lips

Still tastes like oatmeal

Licking my lips

Still tastes like oatmeal

Pristine chant in the remote cay echoes

The histories and the stories that are never spoken

My empty soul is screaming out

I’m staring out in the world of pandemonium

Back in the days

Hands on deck

Struck in my head

I don’t know why

Licking my lip

Still tastes like your lip

Licking my lip

Still tastes like your lip

Pristine chant in the remote cay echoes

The histories and the stories that are never spoken

My empty soul is screaming out

Just staring out in the world of pandemonium

As I come down from the up above

I know the ones are gone from here

Uncrowned life

A westbound sign

I saw deerhounds running wild again

Again

Again

Again