End Game Holiday
Too late to find a way
End game holiday
An everyday emergency
Where would you look for me
I got the lilt to last for miles
You gotthe lay of the distant isles
But is it
Too late to find the way
Concourses open wide
Tell me who is alied
And every movement a memory
How would you come for me
Transfigured under glistening hands
Delivered to our homelands
But is it
Too late to find the way
Autor(es): Chris Whitley
