
Date of issue: 02.10.2005
Song language: English
Let It All Turn Black |
And you needn’t feel? |
Though we do these things alone |
There’s always time to share in |
These honest words |
They might carry us home to where the brittle little lies live |
In honest groves |
So leave now and let it all turn black |
I’ve got that same shit crawling up my back |
Turn the lights down low |
Because honey we tried but we couldn’t break the lion’s hold |
On us tonight |
When I followed you home. |
No? |
I didn’t mean to pry but I couldn’t bear his hands on |
On you this time |
I’ll grieve now and let it all turn black |
I’ve got hat same shit crawling up my back |
So take me home to the colours, and the recent stones show me I had a chance to |
change |
But then I was lost in black |
Bury me deep, down the corner, down on bleeker street, where you had a line of |
believers |
Pulling at your coat tail straps |
They’re coming back. |
Name | Year |
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Weekend | 2003 |
Blinky | 2003 |
Out | 2003 |
Otherwise Open | 2003 |
Nervous | 2003 |
America | 2003 |
Brass Lines | 2003 |
Constant Ships | 2003 |
Mrs. Gray | 2003 |
Keith And Tina | 2005 |
Horses | 2003 |
Undone | 2003 |
Cane And Rice | 2005 |
Steeps And Hollows | 2005 |
Charity Board | 2005 |
Another Little Loafer | 1997 |
Welcome Throw | 2001 |
A Drum | 2001 |
International Roast | 1997 |
Sunday Best | 1997 |