living proof

Gregory Alan Isakov

The night fell with bicycle bells, the dark had wooden teeth
Oh, we broke on up to hill country
the air was thin and sweet
Lord, the air was thin and sweet

She held onto my coat that night
like a kid lost in her sleeves
Oh, we warmed the ground, we hushed our sound
We slept on walking feet
Lord, we slept on walking feet

Oh, darlin, pardon me
Can you help me remember
When we were all flying free
We were dust from our bodies
And we were flicker and flame, yeah
we burned till the morning
Darlin, pardon me

Off in the night, you can hear em bright
The sirens of the sea
Oh, and city birds and alley girls
they all just sing for free
Oh, they all just sing for free

Oh, darlin, pardon me
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
Darlin, pardon me

That sky glowed all calico like phosphor in the sea
To the ground we fall, she owns us all
Kings and boys and beast
Kings and boys and beast

Oh, darlin, pardon me
But do I look familiar
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
Oh, darlin, pardon me