A Dog's Life - Wild Beasts

Read the odds of this song

Walk colder home, walk cold

My press face on the ice lead

A time is heaven when you call

Painted lipstick on it Walk the truth up to me

Border like all the others

Just one of my sweaters

Made of something better

So throw a ball up into space

Hold the phone up to its face

Leave it outside in the rain

A tired walk by it’s head

Never speak of me again