10 Cats from Vermin by Jeremy Serwer

You’ve been picking through these bones
A seers sight the gift you hold
The future yours to tell
In your sleep your dreams have told you well

They’re not believing what your seeing

Chorus
Oh the Face cards you hold
And of the riches you have told
In a parlor where you sit alone

The walls paper thin
The neighbors can hear your predictions
They’re not receiving what your foreseeing

Chorus
Oh the Face cards you hold
And of the riches you have told
In a parlor where you sit alone
Count your visions 1,2,3
reaching those beyond the grave
Call the piper who stands behind the gates

They’re not believing what your seeing

Oh the Face cards you hold
And of the riches you have told
In a parlor where you sit alone

Count your visions 1,2,3
reaching those beyond the grave
Call the piper who stands behind the gates

• Alternative
• americana rock alt-folk
• indie folk
• instrumental
• post-rock
• San Francisco