Lyrics Kelly - Recorders

Kelly

Sitting in a forest, dripping from the fallen steps
Waking up my thirtiest sense
Calling seasons and demand
Coming where but coming when
Shaking a feeling, deciding to fight
Fading less than the morning lights
Come in to see, come in the sun
Coming through like I am done
Oh Kelly come get up, you’re nor a fool nor a saint
Don’t give up, and beat the man that I am
You’ve got to come get up, and be the sound of the rain
Don’t fuck up and make amends for the dead
Oh Kelly come get up, you’re nor a fool nor a saint
Don’t give up, and beat the man that I am
You’ve got to come get up, and be the sound of the rain
Don’t fuck up and make amends for the dead
Oh Kelly come get up, you’re nor a fool nor a saint
Don’t give up, and beat the man that I am
You’ve got to come get up, and be the sound of the rain
Don’t fuck up and make amends for the dead
Oh Kelly come get up, you’re nor a fool nor a saint
Don’t give up, and beat the man that I am
You’ve got to come get up, and be the sound of the rain
Don’t fuck up and make amends for the dead