These Days - The Black Keys

My hand to God

I didn’t mean to After all what we been through

Men come in different shapes

It’s how were made

Little strife

The way I felt most of life

The oak tree covers that old Ford

I miss it Lord

I miss it Lord

These blood red eyes

Don’t see so good

But what’s worse is if they could

Would I change my ways?

Wasted times and broken dreams

Violent colors, so obscene

Is all I see these days

These days

Watch what you say

The devil is listening

He’s got ears

That you wouldn’t believe

And brother

Once you go to him

It’s your soul

You can never

Never, never retrieve

These blood red eyes

Don’t see so good

But what’s worse is if they could

Would I change my ways?

Wasted times and broken dreams

Violent colors, so obscene

Is all I see these days

These days

Days

These days

All I see

These days

See these days

All I see