Living Proof - Gregory Alan Isakov

The night fell with bicycle bells, the dark had wooden teeth

Oh we broke on up to hill country, the air was thin and sweet

Lord, the air was thin and sweet

She held onto my coat that night, like a kid lost in her sleeves

Oh we warmed the ground, we hushed our sound

We slept on walking feet

Lord, we slept on walking feet

Oh darlin', pardon me

Can you help me remember

When we were all flying free

We were dust from our bodies

And we were flicker and flame, yeah we burned till the morning

Darlin', pardon me

Off in the night, you can hear 'em bright

The Sirens of the Sea

Oh and city birds and alley girls, they all just sing for free

Oh they all just sing for free

Oh darlin', pardon me

But do I look familiar

When we were just larkspur and leaves

We were strung through the tether

And we were all silver and stone

We were the lust of the miners

Darlin', pardon me

That sky glowed all calico like phosphor in the sea

To the ground we fall, she owns us all

Kings and boys and beast

Kings and boys and beast

Oh darlin', pardon me

But do I look familiar

When we were just flying free

And we burned from a freight train

And we were some flicker of truth in the smile of a salesman

And we were all buried jewels 'neath the grass in the suburbs

And we were all living proof

Oh darlin', pardon me