Gregory Alan Isakov - Watchman

Our love was untested, never rested
Slipping through our city fingers
Always dressed up, but never picked up
Watch every headlight cruising past our door

Oh, who's gonna pick us up?
Oh, the night is starting to ache
Oh, who's holding the reins?
Oh

And that sonar satellite that sings to us in universe
We're just hard stone but so easily broken
Like crumbling ruins off the coast of Spain

Oh, I'll keep watch tonight
Oh, when the coyote come
Oh, I'll be your watchman
Oh, while they're just flashes
They're just flashes

So take me however I seem to be, haunted I know
Our love got lost out there
Arm in arm, we'll light our torches
And search the fields behind the houses

Oh, our love is hungry and cold
Oh, here in the first snow
Oh, leave a trail of stones
Oh, so we can make it back

Oh, our love is hungry and cold
Oh, our love is hungry
Oh, our love is hungry and cold
Oh

Oh, our love is hungry
Oh, our love is hungry
Oh

Written by:
Gregory Alan Isakov

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