Sweet Years - Greyhound Lyrics

But we all gotta deal with the dark strife
It's a deep knife, and I've felt it
But that failure was my savior, yeah
That failure was my savior
So, you're blowing you're blowing you're blowing your lines
Go out and get them next time
Start taking start taking start taking control
I know you got it in your soul
Yeah I know you got it in there
Oh hell now, you fell down now
You got your hands and your knees on the ground now
Well your blood bled, and your teeth hurt
But that failure is your savior yeah, that failure is your savior
So, stop blowing stop blowing stop blowing your lines
You'll go out and get them next time
Start taking start taking start taking control
Well i Know you got the greyhound soul
Yeah I know you got it in there
Alright now, you're okay now
You found your soul in the back of a dog pound
It's a greyhound, and it's leading
[barking noises?]
You're blowing you're blowing you're blowing my mind
I knew you'd get them this time
You're taking you're taking you're taking control
Well I knew you had the greyhound soul
Yeah I knew you had it in there