Gregory Alan Isakov The Moon Was Red And Dangerous
water street is just the same oh, honey come back to me you see it's lonely and grey in the city but oh the sun will surely rise, warm my clothes, and warm your eyes from the treacherous night, how the moon was red and dangerous
come back ya hear, all the loneliest stories will fade i still see your face...on the ground now there's no one around
all the birds and whispers play oh, honey come back to me you know that treacherous ride in the city and oh the sun is surely risin' it came as no surprise and the hills on the country-side are singin
what kind of crime must we give out this time to know how the lines move across this place but there's nobody else there's nobody else... here
