Lyrics Will Oldham

Will Oldham

The Brute Choir

Cow-call, and they were all calling together

Describing the way to go

I never hurt someone so young

And I never held someone so sweet

Makes me want to holler with them

All the way down

All the way down

Their voices show the way

How to hold it back

See the end of the day

Shut their mouths, shut their mouths

And rip the pictures down

Withdraw, withdraw, you live so far from town

This is what makes a thing last

Won't make what didn't happen go

Take fear and call it lust

Let me go lay in the snow

I cannot rest

With so many singing so many songs

And what a way of singing

Their voices are bringing trees to their knees

With nothing to say when they're speaking

They're quiet, the choir, their voices go higher

The choir, the choir, their voices go higher