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Isakov Gregory Alan Lyrics

The night fell with bicycle bells, the dark had wooden teeth
The night was quiet but for the sound of bicycle bells. The darkness felt threatening and uneasy.

Oh we broke on up to hill country, the air was thin and sweet
We traveled up to the hills where the air was fresh and light.

Lord, the air was thin and sweet
The air was exceptional and enchanting.

She held onto my coat that night, like a kid lost in her sleeves
She clung onto my coat like a child who needs comfort.

Oh we warmed the ground, we hushed our sound, We slept on walking feet
We kept silent and rested on the ground while remaining alert for any potential danger.

Lord, we slept on walking feet
We slept while still prepared for a quick escape if necessary.

Oh Darlin, pardon me, Can you help me remember
I apologize for interrupting, but can you assist me in recalling a memory.

When we were all flying free, We were dust from our bodies, And we were flicker and flame, yeah we burned till the morning
We were once carefree and wild, and felt as light as dust. We lived with passion and energy, never slowing down.

Off in the night, you can hear 'em bright, The Sirens of the Sea
In the distance, the sound of the ocean can be heard.

Oh and city birds and alley girls, they all just sing for free, Oh they all just sing for free
Urban birds and street performers sing without fear or repercussion.

But do I look familiar, When we were just larkspur and leaves, We were strung through the tether, And we were all silver and stone, We were the lust of the miners
Do I appear to recognize you? When we were young and carefree, we were connected but still unique, we were valuable and sought after.

That sky glowed all calico like phosphor in the sea, To the ground we fall, she owns us all, Kings and boys and beast
The sky was bright and multicolored, like underwater lights. We are all at the mercy of mother earth, regardless of social status or gender.

When we were just flying free, And we burned from a freight train, And we were some flicker of truth in the smile of a salesman, And we were all buried jewels 'neath the grass in the suburbs, And we were all living proof
When we were free and adventurous, we were still affected by society, sometimes shining through despite the influence of others. We are all special and valuable in our own way, just as jewels are hidden in the suburbs.

Oh Darlin, pardon me
I apologize for continuously interrupting or asking for clarification.