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Gregory Alan Isakov

Southern Star

 

Southern Star

(album: Evening Machines - 2018)


O my drunken southern star
How you tried to hide in darkness
Slipped from orbit
Now you're dangerously close

Come out, come out
From all your hiding out
We'll dig in our heels
Salute the battlefields
Where our broken hearts were born

And the storm clouds are thirsty
I can see them bursting, watch them gathering light
And the walls in the bedroom now are pounding out
Were we broken open baby, maybe just a crack
Swore I heard you whisper that you preferred us like that

My broken open child
Were we thirsty, thorned with wild eyes
Still, we are slaves to the sirens of the salty sea

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