Hunting - The Darcys

I said what I said to feel the collision

We hunt down our new friends

Which makes me feel nothing

Standing here

And you, and you

And I keep standing here

And you

Who’s out there with you

Waiting and waiting and waiting

I said what I said to feel the collision

Our ghosts like white sheets

Hanging in the tall trees

Our bodies found floating

Twist tied at the feet

Who’s out there with you

Waiting and waiting and waiting