This house / She’s holding secrets / I got my change behind the bed / In a coffee can
Baixar Mais Tocadas: Gregory Alan Isakov clipes
The fall, the fall, the fall / I keep stumbling back / Ivory bone opera glass / Angles of attack
All of my heroes sit up straight / They stare at the ground / They radiate / Me, I’m mumbling in the kitchen for the sun to pay up
Summer days were just a magazine, a magazine / A magazine / Cutting grass for gasoline, for gasoline / So I can see ya soon
Words mean more at night / Like a song / And did you ever notice / The way light means more than it did all day long?
You were a phonograph, I was a kid / I sat with an ear close, just listening / I was there when the rain tapped her way down you face / You were a miracle, I was just holdin your space
Weightlessness, no gravity / Were we somewhere in-between? / I’m a ghost of you, you’re a ghost of me / A bird’s-eye view of San Luis
Oh, my drunken southern star / How you tried to hide in darkness / Slipped from orbit / Now you’re dangerously close
All inside our Amsterdam she hides / Watery-eyed / That howling wind, she’s waving hi / Her other hand’s in mine
Remember when our songs were just like prayers / Like gospel hymns that you called in the air / Come down come down sweet reverence / Unto my simple house and ring