Song | Wildewood Spring |
Artist | Eliza Gilkyson |
Album | Beautiful World |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
in the building block canyons the urban survivors | |
are trapped in the gridlock of 9 to 5 thing | |
burning their candles while gas engines idle | |
they long for revival in wildewood spring | |
come down where the wild birds sing | |
come down where the water's clean | |
down in the wildewood spring | |
post grads from west texas, hippies from manor | |
float with the rednecks as kids do their thing | |
first nations linger with the ghost of john traynor | |
in the deep waters of wildewood spring | |
come down… | |
I remember the first time I knew I could love him | |
and this would be more than a vow and a ring | |
with the last rays of hope and the blue sky above him | |
he flung himself into the wildewood spring | |
come down… |
in the building block canyons the urban survivors | |
are trapped in the gridlock of 9 to 5 thing | |
burning their candles while gas engines idle | |
they long for revival in wildewood spring | |
come down where the wild birds sing | |
come down where the water' s clean | |
down in the wildewood spring | |
post grads from west texas, hippies from manor | |
float with the rednecks as kids do their thing | |
first nations linger with the ghost of john traynor | |
in the deep waters of wildewood spring | |
come down | |
I remember the first time I knew I could love him | |
and this would be more than a vow and a ring | |
with the last rays of hope and the blue sky above him | |
he flung himself into the wildewood spring | |
come down |
in the building block canyons the urban survivors | |
are trapped in the gridlock of 9 to 5 thing | |
burning their candles while gas engines idle | |
they long for revival in wildewood spring | |
come down where the wild birds sing | |
come down where the water' s clean | |
down in the wildewood spring | |
post grads from west texas, hippies from manor | |
float with the rednecks as kids do their thing | |
first nations linger with the ghost of john traynor | |
in the deep waters of wildewood spring | |
come down | |
I remember the first time I knew I could love him | |
and this would be more than a vow and a ring | |
with the last rays of hope and the blue sky above him | |
he flung himself into the wildewood spring | |
come down |