Dyed in the Wool

There was no harming him

No harming him

He never said a thing

That he didn’t mean

His was a true blue

And maybe it paled to you

But he was cut from the cloth

That was fast to the seams

He was

Dyed in the wool

He was

Dyed in the wool

He could

Feel the pull

I was

Pulling it over his eyes

I never seen a hue

So hard to fade

Whether it stained

Or it'd run from the pain

His was a true blue

And maybe it paled to you

But he was cut from the cloth

He was fast to the seams

He was

Dyed in the wool

He was

Dyed in the wool

He could

Feel the pull

I was

Pulling it over his eyes

There was no harming him

There was no harming him

There was no harming him

There was no harming him

There was no harming him

There was no harming him

He was

Dyed in the wool

He was

Dyed in the wool

He could

Feel the pull

As I was

I was pulling it over his eyes