Текст Gregory Alan Isakov – Bullet Holes

Wither and bloom
Like we all do, soon enough
Cover me up with your love

Scratches from the branches

Bullet holes, bullet holes,
All patched up and headed home
Bullet holes, bullet holes,
All patched up and headed home

Silver and gold
Precious stones, so I’m told
Aw, we’re clutching,
But there ain’t nothing we can hold

Bullet holes, bullet holes,
All patched up and headed home
Bullet holes, bullet holes,
All patched up and headed home

Drifting, passing through
Until we all fall, we all do
In the meantime, come and cover me up
I’m all patched up and headed home