West Lyrics - The Bastards - Radical Face

Familiar ground's a distant thing 

When you travel vague and crooked roads 

And the sun's a scab on vacant skies 

Now we always hope we're still alone 

There's too much time for idle minds 

Imagination's armed with hooks and knives 

We count our fears to pass the time 

Tired or not, don't close your eyes 

A picket fence 

A painted house 

A quiet life 

One where our days are calm 

And night's are spent in kind 

One where our hopes and dreams 

Are attainable things 

One where time can't reach 

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Gain half the plains now 

Cut mountain chains down 

Sleep when you can 

You can't know how the night's fall 

Things will be better there 

Things will be good there 

Don't stop to think 

Just chase the dream we're chasing 

I smell the fireplace 

Warm light, a warm face 

A quiet life 

A life, a life, a life, a life 

A life along the breeze 

The dogs came at midnight 

Guns drawn and eye's bright 

I heard them laughin' 

Black voices scratchin' 

Photos 

Black wind they move like 

Our lives ain't worth the millions 

As dog's tear the canvas 

Flies on the carcass 

But it buys the time we need 

The dogs came at midnight 

The dogs came at midnight 

The dogs came at midnight 

And I always hear them laughing