歌手:Gregory Alan Isakov
专辑:《The Weatherman》

作曲 : Gregory Alan Isakov
well
Grace she's gone
she's a half-written poem

she went out for cigarettes
and never came home

and I swallowed the sun
and screamed and wailed

straight down to the dirt
so I could find her trail
spread out across the Great Divide

well
I just came to talk
Saint Valentine

I never pictured you living
here with the rats and the vines

ain't that my old heart
hanging out on your lines

you're all ****** up
Saint Valentine

now I circle the bars on the promenade

while the girls in the glass
they're just throwing me shade

and I'm saving my coins

up for Jingling Jane

she's out plucking strings
in the pouring rain
she's out plucking strings
in the pouring rain

see I'm all crooked feet
Saint Valentine

I've circled this map
till it caught on fire

now Grace she's left you

just skin and bone

well
you hang up your hat
but you can't call it home
you've tried and you've tried
but you can't call it home
you're the loneliest one
Saint Valentine

you're the loneliest one
Saint Valentine

you're all ****** up
Saint Valentine