Gordon Grippes - Foxollo Lyrics

Weasels in the woods
Castles in decline
Have another round
Everything is fine

Weep the fever dream
Reassure the bride
Prepare to burn it down
With us all inside

Bandits in the bush
The count is on his way
Busy looking busy
Practice what you'll say

Vanish through the door
Drone is in the sky
Panic buying options
Sleeping dogs will lie

When the wind whips memory
The mountains melt
And you swear you see your brother
Will rain wash away digital chains
Do you know you see your brother?