Gregory Alan Isakov Gentle Is You歌词

You were a phonograph, I was a kid I sat with an ear close, just listening I was there when the rain tapped her way down you face You were a miracle. -I was just holdin' your space Well time has a way of throwing it all in your face The past, she is

Time Will Tell---Gregory Alan Isakov turning in the grain again the bells begin to chime time, she says, "there's no turning back, keep your eyes on the tracks" through the fields, somewhere there's blue oh, time will tell, she'll see us through

I know when a song's good, just like clear. Like gospel hymns that you call in the air. Come down, come down, sweet reverent Until my simple heart sound ring. And ring. Ring like silver, ring like gold. Ring out those ghosts on the Ohio. Ring like c

This house She's holding secrets I got my change behind the bed In a coffee can, I throw my nickels in Just in case I have to leave And I will go if you ask me to I will stay if you dare And if I go I'm goin shameless I'll let my hunger take me there

Amsterdam---Gregory Alan Isakov all inside our Amsterdam she hides watery-eyed that howling wind, she's waving hi her other hand's in mine oh silhouette she's growing tall and fine she's got my back she'll follow me down every street no matter what m

John Brown's Body---Gregory Alan Isakov theres always the creaks and the strangest sounds john brown's body was never found but the locals see him walkin round there's a 'for sale' sign on the old farm roads there's a silo empty and done for the plac

Summer days were just a magazine, a magazine a magazine... Cutting grass for gasoline, for gasoline So I can see ya soon... Fall swooned Left me drunk in a field Dandelion wine for a year And I packed up the dust Of all that I owned Handkerchief hung

all of my heroes sit up straight they stare at the ground they radiate me, I'm mumbling in the kitchen for the sun to pay up lonely is a ring on a cold coffee cup I'm some sick hound digging for bones if it weren't for second chances, we'd all be alo

Smoke it flies from whiskey mouths Vagabonds walk this suitcase town Summer left us beckoning The cottonwoods were all worn out Night comes fixing on the day And the universe reigned again While the wheels roll, it all glows a flickering light While