Lyrics Gregory Alan Isakov – She Always Takes It Black
Text:
Dreaming up this golden grain
But I’m falling from this shack
Talking sweet to the queen
Wishing I was riding with the jacks
Walking proud and lonesome now
Oh I’m yearning for the pack
But I’d never say «I love you,» dear
Just to hear you say it back
Oh I’m yearning for the pack
But I’d never say «I love you,» dear
Just to hear you say it back
I’ve heard the road to every truth
It’s just a cul-de-sac
There’s ladies and the lions there
But you know it’s just an act
You search the world for the milk of the pearl
She always takes it black
But you’ll love her till it all goes dark
You’ll love her even after that…
Album
Gregory Alan Isakov – Gregory Alan Isakov - The Weatherman
Gregory Alan Isakov – She Always Takes It Black
Gregory Alan Isakov – All Shades Of Blue
Gregory Alan Isakov – Honey, It’s Alright
Gregory Alan Isakov – Suitcase Full Of Sparks
Gregory Alan Isakov – The Universe
Gregory Alan Isakov – Astronaut
Gregory Alan Isakov – O’ City Lights
Gregory Alan Isakov – Time Will Tell
Gregory Alan Isakov – Living Proof
Gregory Alan Isakov – Second Chances
Gregory Alan Isakov – Saint Valentine
Gregory Alan Isakov – Amsterdam