Lyrics Lost Verses - Mark Kozelek
                                                    I 
                                                came 
                                                out 
                                                from 
                                                under 
                                                her 
                                                warm 
                                                sheets
 
                                    
                                
                                                Into 
                                                the 
                                                brisk 
                                                late 
                                                October
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                only 
                                                for 
                                                one 
                                                last 
                                                hope
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                wanted 
                                                my 
                                                time 
                                                with 
                                                you 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                over
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                staring 
                                                up 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                sky
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                rain 
                                                is 
                                                pouring 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                reaching 
                                                out 
                                                for 
                                                your 
                                                help
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                evil 
                                                beings 
                                                hold 
                                                me 
                                                backwards
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                shapes 
                                                and 
                                                shadows 
                                                move 
                                                in 
                                                and 
                                                out
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                hover 
                                                round 
                                                my 
                                                bed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Voices 
                                                arrive 
                                                and 
                                                disappear
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                want 
                                                to 
                                                talk 
                                                to 
                                                them
 
                                    
                                
                                                Darkness 
                                                disintegrates
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                rising, 
                                                I'm 
                                                rising 
                                                toward 
                                                    a 
                                                light
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                light 
                                                leading 
                                                over 
                                                hills 
                                                and 
                                                meadows
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                risen 
                                                up 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                dead
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                the 
                                                burning 
                                                leaves 
                                                of 
                                                autumn
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                only 
                                                for 
                                                one 
                                                last 
                                                chance
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                all 
                                                of 
                                                whom 
                                                have 
                                                been 
                                                defeated
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                put 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                father's 
                                                wool 
                                                coat
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                smell 
                                                my 
                                                mother's 
                                                fragrances 
                                                and 
                                                perfumes
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                find 
                                                my 
                                                young 
                                                brothers 
                                                and 
                                                sisters
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                never 
                                                leave 
                                                or 
                                                let 
                                                them 
                                                go
 
                                    
                                
                                                Houses 
                                                adorned 
                                                so 
                                                beautifully
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Marin 
                                                headlands 
                                                sun
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lost 
                                                verses 
                                                well 
                                                up 
                                                my 
                                                eyes 
                                                and 
                                                ears
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                lone 
                                                mandolin 
                                                strums
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                Tamalpais 
                                                warm 
                                                spring
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                many 
                                                places 
                                                we
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lay 
                                                down 
                                                in 
                                                sleepy 
                                                hidden 
                                                shadows
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                see 
                                                you 
                                                well 
                                                and 
                                                clear
 
                                    
                                
                                                Deep 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                moonlight 
                                                dear
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                radiant 
                                                august 
                                                eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                suns 
                                                that 
                                                rise
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                light 
                                                that 
                                                guides
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                end 
                                                these 
                                                lost 
                                                verses
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                came 
                                                up 
                                                from 
                                                under 
                                                the 
                                                ocean
 
                                    
                                
                                                Evaporated 
                                                sea 
                                                salt 
                                                water
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                mist 
                                                above 
                                                the 
                                                skyline
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                haunt 
                                                the 
                                                streets 
                                                of 
                                                San 
                                                Francisco
 
                                    
                                
                                                Watch 
                                                over 
                                                loved 
                                                ones 
                                                and 
                                                old 
                                                friends
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                see 
                                                them 
                                                through 
                                                their 
                                                living 
                                                room 
                                                windows
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shaken 
                                                by 
                                                fear 
                                                and 
                                                worries
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                want 
                                                them 
                                                to 
                                                know 
                                                how 
                                                    I 
                                                love 
                                                them 
                                                so
 
                                    
                                
                                                Foghorns 
                                                would 
                                                sound 
                                                in 
                                                waking
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                it 
                                                my 
                                                voice 
                                                you 
                                                hear?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Footsteps 
                                                are 
                                                moving 
                                                across 
                                                the 
                                                floor
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                you 
                                                know 
                                                I'm 
                                                here
 
                                    
                                
                                                Laughter 
                                                carries 
                                                up 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                hills
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                you 
                                                are 
                                                well 
                                                and 
                                                near
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                fall 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                light 
                                                    I 
                                                follow
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                feel 
                                                you, 
                                                oh 
                                                so 
                                                near
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                morning 
                                                doves 
                                                appear
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                gusts 
                                                of 
                                                April 
                                                rain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Echo 
                                                the 
                                                refrain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Soon 
                                                finding 
                                                    a 
                                                place
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                these 
                                                lost 
                                                verses
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                fill 
                                                the 
                                                foggy 
                                                day
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                hide 
                                                the 
                                                hills 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                steal 
                                                our 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                picturesque 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                casting 
                                                city 
                                                lights
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                bay 
                                                flowing 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                ocean 
                                                glowing
 
                                    
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