White Sheets from WE ARE by The Hunting Dogs

White sheets,
Would you like to make some music out of these
white sheets?
I feel the drive
to rest my mind
on your
hip
And as I dream it's happenin'
Why have you let me in
your white sheets?

White cheats,
as you walk me out through your backdoor this
white
cheats:
The moment you see the dawn it's already gone,
My heart creaks,
misguiding memories
to iron out your
white sheets
Miss Cowardice...

What is it, what is it I feel?
How comes that I cannot name it?
They must have kept some categories secret
This doesn't fit anywhere

What is it, what is it I fear?
How comes that I cannot tame it?
They must have kept some categories secret
This doesn't fit anywhere

• Alternative
• Electronic
• jazz
• pop
• rock
• Gorizia