The Thing - Pedro Gabriel Amaral

The Thing Lyrics

Lying down in a bar
The trees are growing on
Wood branch in my car
My need is always wrongStrumming kind a guitar
It might have made a song
The man came down from afar
His hair just seems too longAll feelings go with the wind
Our love is only a dreamThe thing awaits in the dome
It's proud not eating flesh
But my flesh
It finds very eatable