[INTERMISSION XV] Dogs (Until Now)

Season 8 continues next week. TWITCH: http://twitch.tv/woebegonepod PATREON: http://patreon.com/woe_begone ALIZA SCHULTZ: https://shows.acast.com/the-diary-of-aliza-schultz TRANSCRIPTS: http://WOEBEGONEPOD.com TWITTER: @WOEBEGONEPOD REDDIT: /r/DOGCATCHER and /r/WOEBEGONE MUSIC: http://woebegonepod.bandcamp.com DISCORD: https://discord.gg/pn9kjTBYPD Lyrics: Lately I’ve been dreaming my tongue was swollen, bitten, eaten out, oh, but they were kind, they left me with my eyes, soft and closed and moving, generating movies, a shame to go to waste if there’s nothing I can say. If you’d like to be replaced, we can replace you. I was holding out, you were managing your doubt so well until now, so well until now, but I was holding out, you were managing your doubt so well until now, oh, well until later, but I won’t control my fast cascading temper forever. Were the trees shivering? Or are you hiding in them? Makeshift shelter for inclement weather, an eye in the sky over my head, or are you leaving me for dead? Frost forming out here while I search, light pouring in the corners illuminates my breath, dissolves every circumstance. If you’d like to be replaced, you could’ve fooled me. I was holding out, shelter held under the clouds so well until now, so well until now, I was holding out, shelter held under clouds so well until now, oh well, rebuild later, but I can’t control how fast they fell the timber forever. Call off the dogs, call off the knocks, I know you sent them, I could use a little privacy, call off the ambulance, call off the avalanche, you know I give into my paranoia easily. Where are you going? I know it’s you at my door and I know what you want. I was holding out, checking locks and standing ground, so well until now, so well until now, I was holding out, so well until now, checking locks and standing ground, oh well, you’ll find me later, but I can’t control my finger on the button forever. Call off the dogs, call off the knocks, call off the search for answers, call off the graceless fruitless chase, call off the dogs.