Lyrics Our Sorrows - Julia Holter

Our Sorrows

All voices move out from the order that we left them.
Turn up and turn around — hear them call your name.
If you call out, I will follow you.
Meeting at the bus-stop, the early morning look-out crowd.
Dizzy from the tire view — hear them call your name.
«Then the others follow;
one, two: one, two;
one two …
Birds are singing up and down, and all around us»
If you call out, I will follow you.