Soft Crook

Bloodspill in the space between Baptized under hand-cut beams Find the light and you can see Right through to the field Never seem to ask for much A lover not afraid of love Around the edges a little rough Whose touch doesn't bluff Do whatever dose you need to To make it through the night Head in hands and haunches Heavin' on the heart of pine Sneaky late-night lift kits Smoke the Orange County line South-bound whistles, sundown Over Cole Mill, danger rests now Therе are angels all around Eyes high to thе patient barred Towerin' in the black walnut Steady pickin' out bobcat skulls To dive like a swan Blue light and the blush of dawn Soft crook of my woman's arm All in, now is it so hard To walk towards the want Do whatever dose you need to To make it through the night Head in hands and haunches Heavin' on the heart of pine Sneaky late-night lift kits Smoke the Orange County line South-bound whistles, sundown Over Cole Mill, danger rests now You'll do whatever dose you need to To make it through the night Head in hands and haunches Heavin' on the heart of pine Right now, there are angels There are angels Right now, there are angels all around