Lays her little things on a table Likes to be close to the people There were dog days waiting behind the fence Baring teeth, baring teeth, baring teeth And I was saying it would be ok But I am the dog And your table is foolish Dogs are screaming Take you in their bellies And a stone hammer Cry what are we doing here Locked gate pressed by the wind Saved by your darling face again and again Locked gate pressed by the wind Saved by your darling face again and again Rocks fall from the sky And the dust of lost voices Are running ahead for the ball that's not coming There's an ocean to cross with crossed fingers We don't need much luck There's an ocean to cross with crossed fingers We don't need much luck There's an ocean to cross with crossed fingers We don't need much luck