Hey You from We Disappear by The Thermals

Spook in the back, bug in my head
The suit a prop, probably dead
Now on the run, deep in the blame
I had a code, I didn't need a name

Now the only hand left I can see
Is pointing straight, straight to the grave
That is calling for me

Hey You

Dog on the hunt, close to me now
Picked up my scent, I don't know how
The charge is fake, born in a box
Siren a decoy, loud and lost

Now the only sound left I can hear
Is the sound buried deep in the ground
That is calling me near
Yeah it's calling me near

Hey You

Now the only hand left I can see
Holds the coldest, oldest truth I didn't wanna believe
Oh I didn't wanna believe

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