Atlas Sound - Hunting Quail lyrics

When they bring four eyes when they told me surprise they bring whole eyes keep the heads frozen they print change of scene will i be older? will i be older? my father took me on a trip hunting we didn't catch a thing blame it on the weather we went back home to the cabin prepared for us build a fire, will you? bring the wood, bring the wood i would not count on it i would not count on it someday even murder my own memory