Hunting Quail Lyrics & Chords By Atlas Sound

When they bring four eyes
when they told me surprise
they bring whole eyes
keep the heads frozen
they print change of scene
will i be older?
will i be older?
my father took me
on a trip hunting
we didn't catch a thing
blame it on the weather
we went back home
to the cabin prepared for us
build a fire, will you?
bring the wood, bring the wood
i would not count on it
i would not count on it
someday even
murder my own memory