Whisper it softly
I could never want you to change
Days that last forever
And I end up swallowed by the rain
It's ironic in a drought
That has burned up all the grass along the plain
Roll down your window
And pluck your feathers off for the wind
Don't forget your manners
And thank them as they kindly take you in
But she won't be so nice if we don't stray off
The path that lies within
It's going to wring you out
And hang you up to dry
It's going to wring you out
And hang you up inside
Carve it from the surface
And call it finders keepers as you will
Pray that no one sees you
And make out like a bandit
It's a thrill
But your party's got to end, my friend
As the trees always get louder towards the end
Pick up on the scent now,
I know you used to hunt as a kid
As the ground it melts around you
Your circus is hanging on by a thread
All your face paint is coming off
As the gentlemen collect for what you did
It's going to wring you out
And hang you up to dry
It's going to wring you out
And hang you up inside
She's going to wring you out
And hang you up to dry
She's going to wring you out
And hang you up inside