Текст песни This Empty Northern Hemisphere - Gregory Alan Isakov
Smoke
it
flies
from
whisky
mouths
Vagabonds
walk
this
suitcase
town
Summer
left
us
beckoning
The
cottonwoods
were
all
worn
out
Night
comes
fixing
on
the
day
And
the
universe
reigned
again
While
the
wheels
roll,
it
all
glows
a
flickering
light
While
you
were
sleeping
I
was
the
turning
the
dials
And
I
walled
up
your
kingdom
with
radio
wires
And
the
bells
of
the
choir
came
in
low
and
rumbling
Oh,
you
should
have
heard
them
Living
here
in
this
city
on
fire,
well
I′ve
been
fine
Just
dancing
drunk
above
the
street
Me
the
ghost
of
Caroline
And
that
was
me,
you
know,
calling
up
above
From
the
steeples
in
the
church
yard
Watch
the
wheels
roll
to
find
another
place
home
While
you
were
sleeping,
you
bet
that
I
might
Walk
this
empty
northern
hemisphere
wide
And
the
kingdom
it
came,
well
it
all
fell
down
It
all
fell
to
dust
Watch
it
all
falling
down
to
dust
Watch
it
all
falling
down
to
dust
While
you
were
sleeping
I
was
the
turning
the
dials
Walk
this
empty
northern
hemisphere
wide
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