Tw Walsh - Custer's Last Stand lyrics

All the times you said to me: "I don't like where this is going." I couldn't tell anyone but you could feel it in the air Close the door behind you Don't let the cold air out Aching hearts know what they need Salted landscapes are decisions And every word you hear me breathe, it was chosen for a reason Open up the air vents The gas is seeping in We're here for the duration So call your next of kin