Holly Throsby
Holly Throsby
Holly Throsby
Holly Throsby
Holly Throsby
Holly Throsby & Bonnie “Prince” Billy
Holly Throsby
Holly Throsby
Holly Throsby
Holly Throsby
Holly Throsby
How will I see the day in?
Will I go wandering?
Go on breathing in and out
Think a thought, make a sound
How're we going to meet our ends?
I'm always wondering
The whole town falling down?
A star spinning to the ground?
And all I ever want is for someone to come in
And look me over and bring me along
To wherever they're going
And then we're gone
The wind is going to be blowing
And I'll be trembling
The dog makes a little moan
And the gravel makes a road
How're we going to meet our ends?
How're we going to meet our ends?
All I ever want is for someone to hold on to
Under the covers, the wind took our souls
They're gone and we don't want them back at all
We don't want them back at all
We call and we call and we call out
And ours is a loud call