Tegan, man, you're a god.
This is actually breakbeat. like,
A dirty city, a living wild
Why, for the thrill of the chase
A country man up, knees soiled
Bodies bruised from endless toil
Sir, sir, sir, thought I knew who you were,
While you pack the world in boxes
Now I tend this hearth alone
So take hold of these carrot reins
A dirty city, a living wild
Sipped in against you, left to be guiled
For the thrill of the chase
A country manor, knees soiled
Bodies bruised from endless toil
Watching, you were watching
Thought I knew who you were,
While you pack the world in boxes
now I tend this hearth alone
So take hold of these carrot reins
Sir, sir, sir, thought I still was who you were,
While you pack the world in oxen
And I am your summer home
And now I tend this hearth alone
So take hold of these carriage reins