Days Are Numbered - Roddy Hart & The Lonesome Fire

If I die here in the cold

Cover me in rags of gold

We’re the wild beasts of the herd

And our days are numbered

I can feel it in my shirt

I can see it in my work

We’re the wild beasts of the herd

And our days are numbered

So let’s kick the night alive

So let’s kick the night alive

Wrap our arms around the hive

And just run with it

And our days are numbered

So let’s kick the night alive

So let’s kick the night alive

Wrap our arms around the hiv

And just run with it

I can hear it on the beach

I can tast it in the peach

We’re the wild beasts of the herd

And our days are numbered