Helena Deland - The Animals

♪ Helena Deland - The Animals
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Lyrics :
We went up the mountain
Last Friday night
All of the animals
Were out in plain sight
They didn't bid us to follow them
They didn't hiss us away
No, to us, my love
They had nothing to say
And while you saw the tremor
And you saw the wings
You saw the glistening white teeth
I was busy with things in my mind
Things that I tend to
As though to survive
I'm not proud I was asking you
"Do you dim yourself down?"
Do you say terrible things about me
When I'm not around?"
You sweep a hand through the clearing
Say "Can't you see?
There ain't anything threatening you here
Least of all me"
Put your life on the easel
There, right next to mine
We ain't living like weasels
We don't have the time, never will
All of the creatures made for the dark woods
Whooping, that's what I heard
What if the easel fell over
And the paintings were burned to a crisp?
Night like these I can't quite tell
A fear from a wish
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Lyrics : We went up the mountain Last Friday night All of the animals Were out in plain sight They didn't bid us to follow them They didn't hiss us away No, to us, my love They had nothing to say And while you saw the tremor And you saw the wings You saw the glistening white teeth I was busy with things in my mind Things that I tend to As though to survive I'm not proud I was asking you "Do you dim yourself down?" Do you say terrible things about me When I'm not around?" You sweep a hand through the clearing Say "Can't you see? There ain't anything threatening you here Least of all me" Put your life on the easel There, right next to mine We ain't living like weasels We don't have the time, never will All of the creatures made for the dark woods Whooping, that's what I heard What if the easel fell over And the paintings were burned to a crisp? Night like these I can't quite tell A fear from a wish