South

by Damien Jurado

From the album: In the Shape of a Storm

Track 4 of 10 on In the Shape of a Storm (2019).

In the Shape of a Storm cover art

Lyrics for South

Tom and I out on the hillside Waving at planes and pulling our wrists No girl of mine is gonna see me cry She'd be better off seeing me dead Tom and I cover our eyes and decide To make our way out on the next passing bird I found my solace in a plateau of nothingness Floating like grass, indecisive My body is a passing leaf Dead as it hits the ground Useless to nature's need Quite a sight not to see Tom and I out on the hillside We're both so insane and pushing our luck You take New York and I will marry Lee Let's see who comes back worse

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More from In the Shape of a Storm

  1. Lincoln
  2. Newspaper Gown
  3. Oh Weather
  4. South
  5. Throw Me Now Your Arms
  6. Where You Want Me To Be
  7. Silver Ball
  8. The Shape Of A Storm
  9. Anchors
  10. Hands On The Table