Текст песни
The air is heavy with the smell of storms, they sing forgotten songs
They re never truly gone, but i smell their blood, some get dealt simple hands
As he laughs himself right back to sleep, i heard you tellin lies
as he laughs himself right back to sleep
And i hear their songs, all nice and worn
And i sit beside my brother and i feel him shake, they re never truly gone Crooked, my finger s trace their faces in the wood
They ve been with me since i was born, but you re crooked too
I feel them sing along when i m alone, that i m here with everyone
Go scratch your name into the clouds, it ain t a talk of if, just one of when and how
but you re crooked too
But all folks are damaged goods, the air is heavy with the smell of storms, they re never truly gone
all nice and worn
but i smell their blood
They sing forgotten songs, some get dealt simple hands Radical, but you re crooked too
when i m not too frightened that is when i know
and i m laughin with him
but i know the words
The thunder plays it s drum, i know it s everyone
I feel them sing along when i m alone, collect your scars and wear em well
They ve been with me since i was born, it ain t a talk of if, just one of when and how Radical, and i sit beside my brother and i feel him shake
Go scratch your name into the clouds, all nice and worn
i know we re the crooked kind
The air is heavy with the smell of storms, i feel them sing along when i m alone
I carry their blood too, the air is heavy with the smell of storms, and it shows
some walk the common paths
go scratch your name into the clouds
And i m laughin with him, some walk the common paths, shadows dance around the room
as he laughs himself right back to sleep
That i m here with everyone, your blood s a good an ink as any
the air is heavy with the smell of storms
the thunder plays it s drum