Syrups - Foals

Wrap me up in goodbyes

Old Sargasso sky

'Cause I’m about to take flight

Please don’t ask me why

If the devil wants me

Tell him I got high

'Cause life is what you make it

You got yours and I got mine

When the end comes my way

Will I drop to my knees and pray?

And if my parents ask you

Tell them I’ll be okay

And now the robots have made the rounds

Sand dunes filled up all our towns

The foxes howl and the creepers prowl around

The peeling wet bricks of London town

Foxes howl and the way men cower

Won’t you find a way for me somehow?

So let’s get dirt on an Oxford shirt

Throw a party so we won’t get hurt

See you frown through your evening gown

When I fall from the wagon

Twisted frown from the businessmen

Won’t you find a way from me somehow?

When I fall from the wagon

Hiding from the businessmen

Won’t you find a way from me somehow?

I tried to make a call to heaven

Phone lines cut back in '97

Radio silence all the way down

The robots make all the paper rounds

And all the kids have left the towns

Foxes howl and the preachers bow down

When I fall from the wagon

Twisted frown from the businessmen

Won’t you find a way from me somehow?

When I fall from the wagon

Hiding from the businessmen

Won’t you find a way from me somehow?