Gregory Alan Isakov - Crooked Muse Lyrics
poems go flying in the tracksall we ever got left is a pile of thingsI visit you with nothing burninghidden heart, stomach churningcircled in the words like the vulturesyour mouth becomes a dictionarywords without a holy theoryyou're the only one on the pagelook it up to find my hearttear that old shit aparttill you find the words to sum me upI don't need no alibisyou sit me down here and you crythe music man sings his mystery songshe tries to put his finger onthere's things unfelt that he's always longed to feelthe things we all are destined to loosewhile I seek out that crooked museyou stole my heart and filled it up with bluesI've been waiting for you and me to watch this world from a windows seatLook down there, all them tiny creatures running crazyand I've been here on this precipiceand I picked apart anything I bringso we can toss our suitcase into the wind at lastwe've all the merry things we neededit's time like this we remember to believelet it roll, let it ride, let it ride on meLay me down here in your fieldthey know just, what they steal
