Текст: Iron And Wine. Me And Lazarus.

Me and Lazarus, we shovel all the ashes out
Black bare linens blowing 'round
Back and forth and up and down
oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go

Me and Lazarus kept bailing on the riverboat
Floating by the choir rose
Bobbing in the ebb and flow
oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go

He's an emancipated punk and he can dance
But he's got a hole in the pocket of his pants
Must be a symptom of outstanding circumstances
Woah

Me and Lazarus, we fiddle with a baby spoon
Fever flowing through the room
Far too long and way too soon
oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go

Me and Lazarus, we pick up papa's white boy blues
Hand-me downs and Sunday shoes
Never made the local news
oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go

And I'm a liberated loser that can roll
But where my pocket was I'm peeking through a hole
A couple second-chances surely would console me
Woah

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