Song | Golden And Green |
Artist | The Builders and the Butchers |
Album | Salvation Is A Deep Dark Well |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Close your eyes… | |
And you draw one more day to a close | |
You choose to be alone | |
You choose float through your life as a ghost | |
And everything heals given time | |
And everything dies given time | |
And the scars run together | |
They're mixing the nerves with the blood | |
And the soldiers light houses on fire and they burn down | |
And all your belongings turn to dirt in the ground | |
When your heart's deep and dark as a well | |
And everything that's golden and green | |
Goes to hell… | |
And I was born to wind in the cradle | |
And I ride on the hard southern breeze | |
And I twisted the breed and the gold and you see | |
And there's blood on my elbow and knees | |
And people wanna grow old in the cradle | |
When the snake's all around in the reeds | |
And you ask me to fear of no evil | |
When your fire's all over my feet | |
And the soldiers light houses on fire and they burn down | |
And all your belongings turn to dirt in the ground | |
When your heart's deep and dark as a well | |
And everything that's golden and green | |
Goes to hell | |
I said bring out your Vivian girls | |
Bring out your cloud-covered girls | |
And bring me a cup of your tears | |
And give me the rest of your years | |
Because everything dies given time | |
And I know that this world could be mine | |
So I close both my eyes and I count my heartbeats | |
And I know that my wing are on fire, fire | |
My wings are on fire | |
And the soldiers light houses on fire and they burn down | |
And all your belongings turn to dirt in the ground | |
When your heart's deep and dark as a well | |
And everything that's golden and green | |
When you heart's deep and dark as a well | |
And everything that's golden and green | |
When you heart's deep and dark as a well | |
And everything that's golden and green | |
Goes to hell… |
Close your eyes | |
And you draw one more day to a close | |
You choose to be alone | |
You choose float through your life as a ghost | |
And everything heals given time | |
And everything dies given time | |
And the scars run together | |
They' re mixing the nerves with the blood | |
And the soldiers light houses on fire and they burn down | |
And all your belongings turn to dirt in the ground | |
When your heart' s deep and dark as a well | |
And everything that' s golden and green | |
Goes to hell | |
And I was born to wind in the cradle | |
And I ride on the hard southern breeze | |
And I twisted the breed and the gold and you see | |
And there' s blood on my elbow and knees | |
And people wanna grow old in the cradle | |
When the snake' s all around in the reeds | |
And you ask me to fear of no evil | |
When your fire' s all over my feet | |
And the soldiers light houses on fire and they burn down | |
And all your belongings turn to dirt in the ground | |
When your heart' s deep and dark as a well | |
And everything that' s golden and green | |
Goes to hell | |
I said bring out your Vivian girls | |
Bring out your cloudcovered girls | |
And bring me a cup of your tears | |
And give me the rest of your years | |
Because everything dies given time | |
And I know that this world could be mine | |
So I close both my eyes and I count my heartbeats | |
And I know that my wing are on fire, fire | |
My wings are on fire | |
And the soldiers light houses on fire and they burn down | |
And all your belongings turn to dirt in the ground | |
When your heart' s deep and dark as a well | |
And everything that' s golden and green | |
When you heart' s deep and dark as a well | |
And everything that' s golden and green | |
When you heart' s deep and dark as a well | |
And everything that' s golden and green | |
Goes to hell |
Close your eyes | |
And you draw one more day to a close | |
You choose to be alone | |
You choose float through your life as a ghost | |
And everything heals given time | |
And everything dies given time | |
And the scars run together | |
They' re mixing the nerves with the blood | |
And the soldiers light houses on fire and they burn down | |
And all your belongings turn to dirt in the ground | |
When your heart' s deep and dark as a well | |
And everything that' s golden and green | |
Goes to hell | |
And I was born to wind in the cradle | |
And I ride on the hard southern breeze | |
And I twisted the breed and the gold and you see | |
And there' s blood on my elbow and knees | |
And people wanna grow old in the cradle | |
When the snake' s all around in the reeds | |
And you ask me to fear of no evil | |
When your fire' s all over my feet | |
And the soldiers light houses on fire and they burn down | |
And all your belongings turn to dirt in the ground | |
When your heart' s deep and dark as a well | |
And everything that' s golden and green | |
Goes to hell | |
I said bring out your Vivian girls | |
Bring out your cloudcovered girls | |
And bring me a cup of your tears | |
And give me the rest of your years | |
Because everything dies given time | |
And I know that this world could be mine | |
So I close both my eyes and I count my heartbeats | |
And I know that my wing are on fire, fire | |
My wings are on fire | |
And the soldiers light houses on fire and they burn down | |
And all your belongings turn to dirt in the ground | |
When your heart' s deep and dark as a well | |
And everything that' s golden and green | |
When you heart' s deep and dark as a well | |
And everything that' s golden and green | |
When you heart' s deep and dark as a well | |
And everything that' s golden and green | |
Goes to hell |