Song | Due South |
Artist | Thea Gilmore |
Album | Murphy's Heart |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
The moon is a stain the ghost of your eyes | |
Drowns in a black coffee night | |
The snow has been singing its song to the light | |
Well I know a boy who breaks his own heart | |
Every time that it rains | |
There are not enough miracles and chains | |
To pave his road | |
Now he's due south | |
Feet on the dash of a rented car | |
Due south | |
Sometimes he dreams of his mothers eyes | |
Mostly he’ll just curse the stars | |
Mostly he’ll just curse the stars. | |
Loved like a child | |
The weakest of ties | |
Bound like a crane in the ice | |
All of the whispers and lies that he used | |
If you wanted a life full of the sting and the fall | |
But boy you know he had it all | |
Traded it in for a crucible and a bruise | |
Now he's due south | |
Dreams in the hum of an alloy wheel | |
Due south | |
Bitterest sting of rubber and steel | |
Looking for hope in stilletto heels | |
Looking for hope in stilletto heels. | |
Due south | |
Feet on the dash of a rented car | |
Due south | |
Sometimes he dreams of his mothers eyes | |
Mostly he’ll just curse the stars | |
Mostly he’ll just curse the stars | |
Mostly he’ll just curse the stars. |
The moon is a stain the ghost of your eyes | |
Drowns in a black coffee night | |
The snow has been singing its song to the light | |
Well I know a boy who breaks his own heart | |
Every time that it rains | |
There are not enough miracles and chains | |
To pave his road | |
Now he' s due south | |
Feet on the dash of a rented car | |
Due south | |
Sometimes he dreams of his mothers eyes | |
Mostly he' ll just curse the stars | |
Mostly he' ll just curse the stars. | |
Loved like a child | |
The weakest of ties | |
Bound like a crane in the ice | |
All of the whispers and lies that he used | |
If you wanted a life full of the sting and the fall | |
But boy you know he had it all | |
Traded it in for a crucible and a bruise | |
Now he' s due south | |
Dreams in the hum of an alloy wheel | |
Due south | |
Bitterest sting of rubber and steel | |
Looking for hope in stilletto heels | |
Looking for hope in stilletto heels. | |
Due south | |
Feet on the dash of a rented car | |
Due south | |
Sometimes he dreams of his mothers eyes | |
Mostly he' ll just curse the stars | |
Mostly he' ll just curse the stars | |
Mostly he' ll just curse the stars. |
The moon is a stain the ghost of your eyes | |
Drowns in a black coffee night | |
The snow has been singing its song to the light | |
Well I know a boy who breaks his own heart | |
Every time that it rains | |
There are not enough miracles and chains | |
To pave his road | |
Now he' s due south | |
Feet on the dash of a rented car | |
Due south | |
Sometimes he dreams of his mothers eyes | |
Mostly he' ll just curse the stars | |
Mostly he' ll just curse the stars. | |
Loved like a child | |
The weakest of ties | |
Bound like a crane in the ice | |
All of the whispers and lies that he used | |
If you wanted a life full of the sting and the fall | |
But boy you know he had it all | |
Traded it in for a crucible and a bruise | |
Now he' s due south | |
Dreams in the hum of an alloy wheel | |
Due south | |
Bitterest sting of rubber and steel | |
Looking for hope in stilletto heels | |
Looking for hope in stilletto heels. | |
Due south | |
Feet on the dash of a rented car | |
Due south | |
Sometimes he dreams of his mothers eyes | |
Mostly he' ll just curse the stars | |
Mostly he' ll just curse the stars | |
Mostly he' ll just curse the stars. |