Gregory Alan Isakov - Berth lyrics
[Gregory Alan Isakov - Berth lyrics]
Silver winged, broken English
Boys they smoke
Talk and joke above the water
New York lady, holding in her heavy hand
Sacred lantern, guiding dawn
Quit all that, quit all that
Quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that
Quit all that, quit all that
Quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that
Casting glances backwards
But it's not your fault
Turned to salt for wondering
In your braids and heavy pages
We were folded
Kiss the cold and dirty ground
Quit all that, quit all that
Quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that
Quit all that, quit all that
Quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that
Seasons wake with sleeping birds
Now flying south
Covered mouth, we watch in awe
Fallen pines to shape the skyline
Take me there
Beneath the barren colored moon
(Quit all that, quit all that
Quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that)
Greeting all the masses
From their teeming shores
She was born with open hands
(Her color, color, color is coming back
Color, color, color)
Quit all that, quit all that
Quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that
Quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that
Quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that
Quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that
Quit all that looking back m-m-m-m, mmmm
Boys they smoke
Talk and joke above the water
New York lady, holding in her heavy hand
Sacred lantern, guiding dawn
Quit all that, quit all that
Quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that
Quit all that, quit all that
Quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that
Casting glances backwards
But it's not your fault
Turned to salt for wondering
In your braids and heavy pages
We were folded
Kiss the cold and dirty ground
Quit all that, quit all that
Quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that
Quit all that, quit all that
Quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that
Seasons wake with sleeping birds
Now flying south
Covered mouth, we watch in awe
Fallen pines to shape the skyline
Take me there
Beneath the barren colored moon
(Quit all that, quit all that
Quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that)
Greeting all the masses
From their teeming shores
She was born with open hands
(Her color, color, color is coming back
Color, color, color)
Quit all that, quit all that
Quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that
Quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that
Quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that
Quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that
Quit all that looking back m-m-m-m, mmmm