Blood (feat. Gang of Youths) [Live from Stockholm]

Older brother, restless soul, lie down

Lie for a while with your ear against the earth

And you'll hear your sister sleep talking

Saying, "Your hair is long but not long but enough

To reach, home to me

Oh but your beard, someday might be

And she'll woke up in a cold sweat on the floor

Next to a family portrait drawn when you were four

And beside a jar of two cent coins that are no good no more

She'll lay it aside

Older father, weary soul, you'll drive

Out to the home you made on the mountainside

With that ugly, terrible thing

The papers for divorce and a lonely ring

Lonely ring

Sit on your porch

Pluck your strings

And you'll find somebody you can blame

And you'll follow the creek that runs out into the sea

And you'll find the peace of the Lord

Grandfather, weary soul, you'll fly

Over your life once more before you die

Since our grandma passed away

You've waited for forever and a day

Just to die

And someday soon

You will die

Oh, the only woman you ever loved

She got burnt by the sun too often when she was young

And the cancer spread and ran into her body and her blood

And there's nothing that you can do about it now