David Bazan - The Fleecing lyrics

Deep green hills whose shoulders fade Into thick grey, tall wet gra** Whose flesh makes fools of grazing sheep, Whose fleecing makes a fool of me. Chorus: Who shall I blame For this sweet and heavy trouble, For every stupid struggle? I don't know! I could buy you a drink I could tell you all about it I could tell you why I doubt it And why I still believe! But I can't say it like I sing it, I can't sing it like I think it I can't think like I feel it sponsored links And I don't feel a thing! Oh no, I don't feel it! Chorus: Who shall I blame For this sweet and heavy trouble, For every stupid struggle? I don't know! I could buy you a drink I could tell you all about it I could tell you why I doubt it And why I still believe! Why I still believe it And I'm grieving, And what for years I could not see! We'd have more drinks, We would speak of so many things But I don't know you and you don't know me!