Gregory Alan Isakov - Dark, Dark, Dark lyrics

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 all turn red

Howl at the half moon, radio queen
She’s all smoke, she’s all nicotine
The songs in my pocket just crumble apart
Won’t you sing me something for the dark?

Maria’s got wings, she’s got legs for the sea
A captain’s coat and a note for me
Wake up Marie, 'fore the season turns
Set your dash for the coast
Watch the Sangres burn

Howl at the half moon, radio queen
She’s all smoke, she’s all nicotine
The songs in my pocket just crumble apart
Won’t you sing me something
For the dark, dark, dark?

Oooh, oooh oooh, oooh
Won’t you sing me something
For the dark, dark, dark?
Won’t you sing me something
For the dark, dark, dark?
Won’t you sing me something
For the dark, dark, dark?
Won’t you sing me something for the dark?
Won’t you sing me something
For the dark, dark, dark?