Lyrics Gregory Alan Isakov

Gregory Alan Isakov

Light Year

I woke you up with poetry and stones

The ragged and the bones

Strewn around the room

I recall another hazy may

Take a round in the ring

Gone hungry for the win…

Heres the part I just lose everything

I cracked a spark just to hear you sing

Sing…

I took it out

The papers and the trash

Old among the cans

This golden love gone bad

Shined it up

Aiming at the sun

Just a light year from us

Hop a cab ride and we’re off..

And all the ravens came along to play

The simple notes you sang just went astray

Everything was up, its coming down

Everything was up, its coming down

Coming down