Fall - Lisa Hannigan

Hide your horses hold your tongue

Hang the rich and spare the young

Who drain the spirits from the jars

Hop the fences steal the cars

Run on fumes and from the north

And burn for us right through the fall

All the ladies call your name

Brush your hair like it could be tamed

Hitch their dresses past the knees

Spilling to the floor like ease

They swing the bridges one and more

And burn for us right through the fall

All our running ahead all our running ahead

All our running ahead

And we'll seize the captain's wheel

A mutiny we've come to feel

When their aiming's gone from view

With everything we thought to do

Oh the devil won't have me

I wonder who will I wonder who will

All our running is a crawl

And burns for us right through the fall

All our running ahead all our running ahead

All our running ahead

All our running all our running

All our running all our running