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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gregory Alan Isakov
Gregory Alan Isakov
Lead Vocals
Bonnie May Paine
Bonnie May Paine
Musical Saw
James Han
James Han
Piano
Jamie Mefford
Jamie Mefford
Drums
Jeb Bows
Jeb Bows
Violin
Jon Grigsby
Jon Grigsby
Upright Bass
Julie Davis
Julie Davis
Background Vocals
Natalie Tate
Natalie Tate
Background Vocals
Nathaniel Rateliff
Nathaniel Rateliff
Background Vocals
Phil Parker
Phil Parker
Cello
Reed Foehl
Reed Foehl
Background Vocals
Reyn Ouwehand
Reyn Ouwehand
Piano
Wil Schlatmann
Wil Schlatmann
Accordion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gregory Alan Isakov
Gregory Alan Isakov
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Glasser
David Glasser
Mastering Engineer
Gregory Alan Isakov
Gregory Alan Isakov
Producer
Jamie Mefford
Jamie Mefford
Producer
Reyn Ouwehand
Reyn Ouwehand
Mixing Engineer

Tekst Utworu

The night fell with bicycle bells, the dark had wooden teeth oh we broke on up to hill country, the air was thin and sweet lord, the air was thin and sweet She held onto my coat that night, like a kid lost in her sleeves oh we warmed the ground, we hushed our sound we slept on walking feet lord, we slept on walking feet Oh Darlin, pardon me can you help me remember when we were all flying free we were dust from our bodies and we were flicker and flame, yeah we burned till the morning Darlin, pardon me Off in the night, you can hear 'em bright, the Sirens of the Sea oh and city birds and alley girls, they all just sing for free oh they all just sing for free Oh Darlin, pardon me but do I look familiar when we were just larkspur and leaves we were strung through the tether and we were all silver and stone we were the lust of the miners Darlin, pardon me That sky glowed all calico like phosphor in the sea to the ground we fall, she owns us all kings and boys and beast kings and boys and beast Oh Darlin, pardon me but do I look familiar when we were just flying free and we burned from a freight train and we were some flicker of truth in the smile of a salesman and we were all buried jewels 'neath the grass in the suburbs and we were all living proof oh Darlin, pardon me
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