
Date of issue: 11.05.2009
Song language: English
Lost Verses |
I came out from under her warm sheets |
Into the brisk late October |
If only for one last hope |
I wanted my time with you to be over |
I’m staring up into the sky |
While all the rain is pouring down |
I’m reaching out for your help |
But evil beings hold me backwards |
All shapes and shadows move in and out |
And hover around my head |
Voices arrive and disappear |
I want to talk to them |
Darkness disintegrates, I’m rising |
I’m rising toward a light |
A light leading over hills and meadows |
I’ve risen up from the dead |
With the burning leaves of autumn |
If only for one last chance |
That all of whom have been defeated |
To put on my father’s wool coat |
To smell my mother’s fragrances and perfumes |
To find my young brothers and sisters |
To never leave or let them go |
Houses adorned so beautifully |
The Marin headlands song |
Lost verses well up my eyes and ears |
The lone mandolin strums |
On Tamalpais warm spring |
The many places we |
Lay down in sleepy hidden shadows |
I see you well and clear |
Deep in the moonlight, dear |
Your radiant august eyes, they are the suns that rise |
They are the light that guides, and these lost verses |
I came up from under the ocean |
Evaporated sea salt water |
A mist above the skyline |
I haunt the streets of San Francisco |
Watch over loved ones and old friends |
I see them through their living room windows |
Shaken by fear and worries |
I want them to know how I love them so |
Foghorns would sound in waking |
Is it my voice you hear? |
Footsteps are moving across the floor |
And you know I’m here |
The afternoon carries up from the hills |
And you are well and near |
To fall into the light I follow |
I feel you oh so near when morning doves appear |
And ghosts of April ring, echo the refrain |
Soon finding a place |
In these lost verses |
They fill the foggy day, they hide the hills away |
That steal our time |
They are the picturesque night, the casting city lights |
On the bay, flowing into the ocean glowing |
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Metropol 47 | 2008 |
Watch You Sleeping ft. Mark Kozelek | 2016 |
Float On | 2016 |
This Is My Town | 2018 |
My Love for You Is Undying | 2018 |
Weed Whacker | 2018 |
Live in Chicago | 2018 |
The Mark Kozelek Museum | 2018 |
Finally | 2009 |
666 Post | 2018 |
The Banjo Song | 2018 |
Sublime | 2018 |
Good Nostalgia | 2018 |
Young Riddick Bowe | 2018 |
I Cried During Wall Street | 2018 |
Salvador Sanchez | 2009 |
Moorestown | 2009 |
Four Fingered Fisherman | 2009 |
Carry Me Ohio | 2009 |