The Feast Of St. John (Explicit) - Glen Hansard
Lyrics by：Glen Hansard
Composed by：Glen Hansard
Produced by：David Odlum
See the low fires burning at the Feast of St. John
See the heroes returning all but one
And I'll be with you brother if good fortune allows
'Cause all that was east is west of me now
And oh don't go down when you're lit on by sorrow
Oh don't take that **** on
Oh oh like birds of bad weather
Oh oh here they come
Oh oh may they all fall together
Oh monsters begone
Hope we won't have to wait 'round forever
See a man of good standing
Pushed to the ground
And his lover attending and her arms all around
And her anger and her ire and her blood raging full
Muster muster to the depths of your soul
And oh don't go drowning when they drag you down in the hollow
Oh don't take their **** on
And oh oh let them circle let them hover
Oh oh here they come
And oh oh they all deserve one another
Oh monsters begone
I was all boogie boogie till you came along
Oh oh like birds of bad weather
Oh oh here they come
Oh oh may they all fall together
Oh monsters begone
We should have seen it coming
See the low fires burning at the Feast of St. John
See the heroes returning all but one
