A Wolf Descends Upon the Spanish Sahara Songtext
von Fair to Midland

If you′re keeping score, then you're bound to win.
A birds′ eye view of a burning bridge.
You come through ghost towns set on pause
Hoping the risk was worth the cause.

Whoaooooaoaoaoaoa
Sound off the false alarm!
Whooooaoaoaoaoaooa

But I'll make my own colleague
From wood and from ivory
And reap the rewards of proximity.
I'll assemble my equal
From what I lack and require
And gather what′s left unaccompanied.

It smells like disaster
It looks like a trap.
So go by the wayside
And never look back.


If you could spare me forty winks
While you cry wolf and I count sheep.
What good are ghosts in Kevlar vests
With backbones like a jellyfish.

Whoaooooaoaoaoaoa
Stomp on your land again!
Whooooaoaoaoaoaooa

But I′ll make my own colleague
From wood and from ivory
And reap the rewards of proximity.
I'll assemble my equal
From what I lack and require
And gather what′s left unaccompanied.

It smells like disaster
It looks like a trap.
So go by the wayside
And never look back.

If you're keeping score, then you′re bound to win.
A ringside seat at the main event.


Whoaooooaoaoaoaoa
Stomp on your land again!
Whoooaoaoaoaooa-oo-oa
It smells like disaster
It looks like a trap.
So go by the wayside
And never look back.
It smells like disaster
Thank God (?)
So go by the wayside
I'll never look back.