The Horse You Ride - Department Of Eagles

Artichokes, with oily hearts

Lying on my kitchen floor

and I agree, with you I eat

this time round it sounds so chore

By and by, on your side

Picking up the phone

(Okay, um.)

Alphabets that make no sense

Coming from each other’s lips

And now we try, despite our lies

Purchases of chains and whips

By and by, on your side

Picking up the phone

By and by, on your side

Picking up the phone

All around here

All around here

All around here

All around here