I have a tribe
Yellow Raincoats
Opening up my shoulders again to taste the cold again
When I walk out in covering snow, covering snow
Then the depression rose in my throat
Something obscene in between the good bones
When I walk out in the covering snow, covering snow
When I walk out in the covering snow, covering snow
So save your soul, it is the best one, the warmest I know
So save your soul, it is the best one and warmest I know
When you hide out in covered up holes, covered in coats
When you hide out in covered up holes, covered in coats
Then the depression rose in my throat
You even look good in a yellow raincoat
Then the depression rose in my throat, rose in my throat
You even look good in a yellow raincoat