I see boxes…
Fills up a room
All the things I never told you still glooming
And I try though, I try though
Talking never seems to do it
I miss the taste of you, red hearts...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
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 your face
You were a miracle, I was just holding your sp...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
In the Black Hills
It's so familiar now
Familiar like NPR in the afternoons
It's never too much, 'cause you still may never know
The salt on the sidewalks
Or wether my feet wi...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
[Verse 1]
Wither and bloom
Like we all do soon enough
Cover me up with your love
Scratches from the branches
We took our chances, sure enough
I am brambles
But I am tangled ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
You go ahead
There’s something I forgot
Walk slow and I’ll catch up
Let’s hear the stars do their talking
I used to love caves
Stumble out into that pink sky
Remember...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
Coffee burns, the stomach churns
Chemicals and caffeine
You saw her bathing in the creek
Now you’re jealous of the water
Now babe, if it’s alright I call you that
I’...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
Pictures watch from the sidewalk past
Poems go flying in the tracks
All we ever got left is a pile of things
I visit you with nothing burning
Hidden heart, stomach churning
...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
February comes along again
Now we are rust coloured stones
And I traded all my thoughts in
For an hour of sleep in the snow
And I dreamed up this old western sky
That follow...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
Summer days were just a magazine
A magazine
A magazine
Cutting grass for gasoline
For gasoline
So I can see you soon
Fall swooned
Left me drunk in a field
Dandelion win...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
Maria’s on the hill
She was all “side of her eyes”
A five-dollar wine as a blanket inside
Lay up the pages on a traveling bed
Watch the Blood of Christ Mountains, oh they...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov