Johnny Flynn And The Suss** Wit - All the Dogs are Lying Down lyrics

I saw prayers being made with plastic rosaries Carpets laid no thought for furniture All the dogs are lying down All the dogs are lying All the dogs are lying down All the dogs are lying As I creep way with cracking bows The steeple rose The way unknown The steeple (?) set me down I listened to the furnished ground She said soft things Said one who lay At time to see the one turn gray An ash pipe brim with north heath wet(?) But to the ground my ear had bent Said softer things And as if I The while my horse ran a mile And lying in the black I wept For nare a lad so wayward crept Listening hard, I felt too young The way would talk with older tongues (?) I saw prayers being made with plastic rosaries Carpets laid no thought for furniture All the dogs are lying down All the dogs are lying All the dogs are lying down All the dogs are lying