James Vincent McMorrow Look Out lyrics

Out, with a golden drizzle,
And a lower past that crawls.
Now, to the doorway to run,
So the girl is not lost.

I was looking out, peeking over, I was lurking.
In the corner, fare the flint the soul,
I've heard it's all the same.
So I hope I'm still alive, of course,
When it doesn't hit the sun.

Now, when I pass through the gate,
I will die with your hand.
So, I have gathered your craze,
And replaced them with mine.

I was looking out, peeking over, I was lurking.

In the corner, fare the flint the soul,
I've heard it's all the same.
So I hope I'm still alive, of course,
When it doesn't hit the sun.

You'll be lucky once,
Waiting for the send around.
When the summer comes,
Dry tears from my eyes.

So you cover up,
As the weather starts to change.
And you settle in,
And the business it remains.