Tusks by Blister Unit Lyrics
Naked skin, guarded hope, a back room full of baby clothes
We chose to be alone, hugging tusks and grasping bones
Rolling in dust to get the stink off
We lost our future with the last mammoth
All good things must come to an end
We left the trees in search of the sand
We chose to be alone, hugging tusks and grasping bones
Rolling in dust to get the stink off
We lost our future with the last mammoth
All good things must come to an end
We left the trees in search of the sand