Kelly - Recorders
Sitting in a forest dripping from the fallen steps
Waking up my thirtiest sense
Calling seasons and demand
Coming where but coming when
Shaking a feeling deciding to fight
Fading less than the morning lights
Come in to see come in the sun
Coming through like I am done
Oh Kelly come get up you're nor a fool nor a saint
Don't give up and beat the man that I am
You've got to come get up
And be the sound of the rain
Don't f**k up and make amends for the dead
Oh Kelly come get up you're nor a fool nor a saint
Don't give up and beat the man that I am
You've got to come get up
And be the sound of the rain
Don't f**k up and make amends for the dead
Oh Kelly come get up you're nor a fool nor a saint
Don't give up and beat the man that I am
You've got to come get up
And be the sound of the rain
Don't f**k up and make amends for the dead
Oh Kelly come get up you're nor a fool nor a saint
Don't give up and beat the man that I am
You've got to come get up
And be the sound of the rain
Don't f**k up and make amends for the dead
