ฟังเพลงThe Animals

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

Nights like these I can't quite tell

A fear from a wish