Berth - Gregory Alan Isakov
Silver winged broken english boys they smoke
Talk and joke above the water
New York lady holding in her heavy hand
Sacred lantern guiding dawn
Quit all that quit all that quit all that looking back
Quit all that quit all that quit all that
Quit all that quit all that quit all that looking back
Quit all that quit all that quit all that
Casting glances backwards but it's not your fault
Turned to salt for the wandering
In your braids and heavy pages we were folded
Kiss the cold and dirty ground
Quit all that quit all that quit all that looking back
Quit all that quit all that quit all that
Quit all that quit all that quit all that looking back
Quit all that quit all that quit all that
Seasons wake with sleeping birds now flying south
Covered mouth we watch in awe
Fallen pines to shape the skyline take me there
Beneath the barren coloured moon
Quit all that quit all that quit all that looking back
Quit all that quit all that quit all that
Greeting all the masses
From their teeming shores
She was born with open hands
The colour the colour the colour is coming back
Colour is coming back
Quit all that quit all that quit all that
Quit all that quit all that quit all that looking back
Quit all that quit all that quit all that looking back
Quit all that quit all that quit all that looking back
Quit all that quit all that quit all that looking back
Quit all that quit all that quit all that looking back
