English House - Fleet Foxes

You go with your two feet bare

Down through the cold lane there, to Brighton

A country house, a liar and a louse live there

And go with your arms held wide

Happiness in your eyes, convincing

And stay the night, turn out every light you see

And lay them down buried in the ground for me

Whoa, my love, whoa, my love

Whoa, my love, whoa, my love

Whoa…

The tongues of the creatures wait

Drawn to the fragile legs you walk on

A cold wind blows, Brighton to the coast for me

A cold wind blows, Brighton to the coast for me

Whoa, my love, whoa, my love

Whoa, my love, whoa, my love

Whoa, my love, whoa, my love

Whoa, my love, whoa, my love

Whoa…