Song | Southern Star |
Artist | Gregory Alan Isakov |
Album | Evening Machines |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:11.810] | Oh my drunken southern star |
[00:16.570] | How you tried to hide in darkness |
[00:22.320] | Slipped from orbit |
[00:24.941] | Now you’re dangerously close |
[00:32.966] | Come out, come out |
[00:35.905] | From all your hiding out |
[00:38.608] | We’ll dig in our heels |
[00:41.256] | Salute the battlefields |
[00:43.962] | Where our broken hearts were born, oh |
[00:52.183] | And the storm clouds are thirsty |
[00:54.329] | I can see them bursting, watch them gathering light |
[00:57.882] | And the walls in the bedroom now are pounding out |
[01:03.130] | Were we broken open baby, maybe just a crack |
[01:08.687] | Swore I heard you whisper that you preferred us like that, oh |
[01:46.970] | My broken open child |
[01:52.251] | Were we thirsty, thorned with wild eyes |
[01:58.033] | Still, we are slaves to the sirens of the salty sea |
[02:04.426] | Oh, oh, oh, oh |
[02:13.691] |
[00:11.810] | Oh my drunken southern star |
[00:16.570] | How you tried to hide in darkness |
[00:22.320] | Slipped from orbit |
[00:24.941] | Now you' re dangerously close |
[00:32.966] | Come out, come out |
[00:35.905] | From all your hiding out |
[00:38.608] | We' ll dig in our heels |
[00:41.256] | Salute the battlefields |
[00:43.962] | Where our broken hearts were born, oh |
[00:52.183] | And the storm clouds are thirsty |
[00:54.329] | I can see them bursting, watch them gathering light |
[00:57.882] | And the walls in the bedroom now are pounding out |
[01:03.130] | Were we broken open baby, maybe just a crack |
[01:08.687] | Swore I heard you whisper that you preferred us like that, oh |
[01:46.970] | My broken open child |
[01:52.251] | Were we thirsty, thorned with wild eyes |
[01:58.033] | Still, we are slaves to the sirens of the salty sea |
[02:04.426] | Oh, oh, oh, oh |
[02:13.691] |
[00:11.810] | Oh my drunken southern star |
[00:16.570] | How you tried to hide in darkness |
[00:22.320] | Slipped from orbit |
[00:24.941] | Now you' re dangerously close |
[00:32.966] | Come out, come out |
[00:35.905] | From all your hiding out |
[00:38.608] | We' ll dig in our heels |
[00:41.256] | Salute the battlefields |
[00:43.962] | Where our broken hearts were born, oh |
[00:52.183] | And the storm clouds are thirsty |
[00:54.329] | I can see them bursting, watch them gathering light |
[00:57.882] | And the walls in the bedroom now are pounding out |
[01:03.130] | Were we broken open baby, maybe just a crack |
[01:08.687] | Swore I heard you whisper that you preferred us like that, oh |
[01:46.970] | My broken open child |
[01:52.251] | Were we thirsty, thorned with wild eyes |
[01:58.033] | Still, we are slaves to the sirens of the salty sea |
[02:04.426] | Oh, oh, oh, oh |
[02:13.691] |