Silver Timothy – Damien Jurado – letras

I was met on the road by a face I once knewSHAPELESS was his frame and his colors were fewWe went out for a time but the sentence is inCLIMBING into the isle where the numbers beginGo back down, don’t touch the groundGo back down, don’t touch the groundGo back down, don’t touch the groundGo back down, don’t touch the groundI was met on the road by a face that was mineECHOED chambers staked with diamonds from minesYou can’t never go home if you were never shownSPOTS on the isle bleed where the numbers are bornGo back down, don’t touch the groundGo back down, don’t touch the groundGo back down, don’t touch the groundGo back down, don’t touch the ground