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This Ain't No Place For Animals

This song is by Hands Like Houses and appears on the album Ground Dweller (2012).

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The gasoline is mixing with the oxygen
In this carousel, the silence is so surreal
I've been misled down empty streets to a heart that never beats
With a body that I can’t keep

We're blessed with these, these horrors for highways
This city turns, no longer content to just brush shoulders
Have we lost our touch?

A light goes on, we throw our blankets aside
And it’s been hours now and we still know nothing (We still know nothing)
The scars just don’t heal the same when we collide

I'd never say that we step to the other side to keep us from brushing shoulders
Well, it’s collisions we need to remind us that we’re alive

I'll never say that you make me sick, but you’re turning all the questions to cancers
Someone call in the emergency and we'll peel back the dressings so we can see
The kind of things that the surgeons see when the bloodwork won't give us the answers
They'll never tell us, because they don’t know whats killing us.

My heart's at a million miles an hour and we brace for the impact, it makes time stand still
Forcing momentum into a moment so for a split second, I see your face
In between all the broken glass hanging like a mobile
This is a picture we'll never quite forget

The surgeons pick, they pick at my body
Their fingers dance, they dance all around me
The surgeons pick, they pick at my body
Their fingers dance, they dance all around me
The surgeons pick, they pick at my body (Hold still while they pick at my body)
Their fingers dance, they dance all around me (Dance, they'll dance all around me)
The surgeons pick, they pick at my body (Hold still while they pick at my body)
Their fingers dance, they dance all around me (They'll dance all around me)

Breathe your anesthetic words to slow us down
Tear back the skin to find, to chase a pulse back home

I'll never say that you make me sick, but you’re turning all the questions to cancers
Someone call in the emergency and we'll peel back the dressings so we can see
The kind of things that the surgeons see when the bloodwork won't give us the answers
They'll never tell us, because they don’t know whats killing us.

Written by:

Hands Like Houses

Produced by:

Cameron Mizell