Though I can’t put my hands on you
I can feel you now
And the bones and the blood flowing
Needles on the ground

In the ether I sail to you
Floating on the fumes
Running ground on the shore for you
Simple record

Til me walk down and raise the road
To my tilted show
I only know I made it home
With that pound
In your gold slack

Yea, yea

Though I can’t put a name on you
I will cry it out
In my heart I will hold what my
Bloody hands have dropped
Run a ground all on the floor for you
Simple record

Til me walk down and raise the road
To my tilted show
I only know I made it home
With that pound
In your gold slack
In your gold slack

Til me walk down and raise the road
To my tilted show
I only know I made it home
With that pound
In your gold slack

Yea, yea
Yea, yea
In your gold slack
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