Spine lyrics

The kind of air you got has got it going on You're making faces at the tree line Get outside boys, we're building a pyre, to Give 'em all a sign, to Get into touch Hook to that sinking feeling Out there, they've got blades for hands and a hunger For someone like you Held like a sigh Caught on a wired fence, you're dancing all wrong It's gonna be a song It's gonna be a song to me It's gonna be a song It's gonna be a song to me It's gonna be a song It's gonna be a song Oh, yeah! If— If nature doesn't kill you, I'm gonna That'll harden your spine more than this