"The best way to get over a woman is to turn her into literature" - Henry Miller
lyrics
Quiet shadow whisper
On this beaten path
I'm welling up to see you
Sure hope your coming back,
But if you don't,
Well, I don't even know.
Try to keep my peace--
Just have to wait and see
People on the side
They don't even understand
Reap this old husk and make me
A new man.
Come onto this goodness oh-
Come unto me now.
Turn the bitter into wine,
Raise the flowers from the bows.
Twilight slippin' softly
Yeah we're going down that mile
Though I somehow couldn't breathe
I know you always were a child
Maybe this means:
One day we all go home.
And ecome something different
And find ourselves alone
Those people on the side,
They don't, even understand.
Their words they've done violence,
Gave you a new man!
Oh I need your fire,
I need it so bad.
But you gave it to another man,
Gave your heart in his hand.
I don't know
Where you go 2x
Sunday, Sweet Sunday
Where you go,
Oh its been so long 2x
The people on the side
They can't even understand.
Blow off this old dust
And make me a new man.
Sunday's calling,
Sweet Sunday will you
Take me as I am.
I always knew that somehow
It would come to you again.
credits
from Good Sons,
track released December 25, 2010
Lyrics, Guitar, Harmonies - Bert
Vocals, Piano, Drums, Bass - Wilkes
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