Sleep rolls in the grave
Oh how we stayed how you never
Up and wake
But you hide in your cellars
Brewing thoughts to make you drunk and you wait
For your profits to come
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Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
From the window if I'm quiet
Trains of thought
We sit like watchmen in lonely towers
Dark by now
I saw them grazing
Wished I could follow a hidden moon
Two stories high
All ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
Maria's stoned like a porcelain saint
Sweet morphine
Sweet morphine
Curls a smile when the sadness hits
Finds my face with fingertips
Have you seen her
The daughter of th...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
Where were you when I was still kind?
Just a water-treader waiting on the line
Just a dry-gin-drinker, master-and-a-hound
Turned a circus-swinger
Look, he's coming down
Down
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Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
Last night i dreamed I was Brooklyn on my own
Last night i dreamed I was Brooklyn on my own
Lord I couldn’t see the shadows all in me
I dreamed I was in Brooklyn on my own
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Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
Train station, I know you all too well
Tainted in salutation
And i’m going back where I belong
With the salt and the sea and the stones
Save them all for me
Train station,...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
The mist fills
Quiet room
San Francisco
What the hell was all
That talkin’ round
Where is it now, sunny California?
I wake with you, I feel your coat, sleep late afternoo...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
Well, Grace she's gone, she's a half-written poem
She went out for cigarettes and never came home
And I swallowed the sun and screamed and wailed
Straight down to the dirt so I ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
Oh, highway boys a...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
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
Lonely is a ring on a cold coffee cup
I'm some s...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov