Lyrics Narrows - Widowspeak

Narrows

Under the narrows, that’s where the dead go
Watching the cars drive off in a red glow
I play the slow ones, very long outros
You watch the time and play with the edges of my cloth
We’re under those narrows, narrows
Narrows, narrows
Narrows
Baby, I felt it, something to keep me
Then I forgot and dreamt about leaving
Wanted to be asleep in the backseat
Then I wake up and I’m still a thousand miles east
From where you’ll be
Under those narrows, narrows
Narrows, narrows
Narrows, narrows
Narrows, narrows
Narrows, narrows
Narrows, narrows
Narrows, narrows
Narrows, narrows
Narrows