Arthur Beatrice - Councillor lyrics

Laid out Be my calm Hear the dearest threats of the guns Exercise and test Well, that feels wrong Know me as the best you've ever loved Never heard To the throne Far from home And all full blown Only though So help this poor thing down on all his fours Retching with the words you've never heard Full grown and fit to burst And of those eyes I cannot find the face once had Drain me of all the sin, I'm done Hollow as the best ever had For the first To the throne Far from home And all full blown So help this poor thing down on all his fours Retching with the words you've never heard Full grown and fit to burst