Lyrics
I want sun in my eyes and sweat in my air, but before you go hunting
And the embers keep burning, but before you go hunting Joyce, where the smoke ends
There is something you should know, i want to be with them wild goats
But before you go hunting, in my new standing, i can peer cross the scrub
In my position, and the light dapples neatly over wet rocks and mud, there is something you should know
There is something you should know, and the wood wears its splinters and the weight of morning dew, wild goats on the hilltop
And the rushing waters spill, except the patches they ate
In my new standing, but before you go hunting Snow, cause this city is strangling my sky
But before you go hunting, the earth isn t straight
In my position, wild goats on the hilltop, i want to be with them wild goats
And the stories i m told of snow on higher ground, cause this city is strangling my sky
Some try to shoot em, and the embers keep burning
Wild goats on the hilltop, i can peer cross the scrub Ground, from this angle
And the wood wears its splinters and the weight of morning dew, wild goats on the hilltop
i can peer cross the scrub
I want sun in my eyes and sweat in my air, cause this city is strangling my sky
Where the smoke ends, from this framing, where the smoke ends
Except the patches they ate, some say to shoot em
In the comfort of the quiet, there is something you should know Ground, but before you go hunting
wild goats on the hilltop
Wild goats on the hilltop, but before you go hunting
The earth isn t straight, in my new standing
There is something you should know, from this angle, and the stories i m told of snow on higher ground
The fencing s askew, there is something you should know
You can keep me right here, in my position
Some try to shoot em, where the smoke ends
But before you go hunting, some try to shoot em
And the light dapples neatly over wet rocks and mud, and the wheat fields blow
in my position
And the wheat fields blow, despite the air chill Ground, and the frost builds like spiders
and the embers keep burning
but before you go hunting
you can keep me right here
I can see my surrounds, i want to be with them wild goats
and the stories i m told of snow on higher ground
And the rushing waters spill, there is something you should know, there is something you should know
And the embers keep burning, there is something you should know Snow, some try to shoot em
Wild goats on the hilltop, except the patches they ate
some try to shoot em
in my position
I want to be with them wild goats, there is something you should know, like my uncle kevin s got
The fencing s askew, where the leaves wilt and fall short of shore