Lyrics

[Verse 1] Sink the desperate dogs On the blind [?] Let them bitch and let them scratch And let them relax To the bitter tenderness And [?] to the sinners end Stowed away under the seats Of the thrones of Oblivion You assume... [Chorus] You assume the plane has crashed And the lovers[?] are on its way You assume it won't return You assume too much [Verse 2] Pick the brains of the aging owls Along the winding way down Take them, drifters Take them, delusions And sink their doubts To the belly of the Ohio River And keep rowing as they're forgiven Stowed away under the seats Of the thrones of oblivion You assume [Chorus] You assume the ship has wrecked But lovers[?] are on its way You assume it won't return You assume too much You assume too much