last night i dreamed i was brooklyn on my own last night i dreamed i was brooklyn on my own lord i couldn’t see the shadows all in me, i dreamed i was in brooklyn on my own now those demons had there face bright as gold those demons had their faces bright as gold they came and shook my hand, fingers crossed behind their back those demons had their faces bright as gold. so i’m sittin by my lonesome in the light i’m sittin by my lonesome in the light i don’t know what i see, that light plays tricks on me i’m sittin by my lonesome in the light and i dont know whats ahead up comin next the wind shakes me feet, rattles my head there’s no tellin home, just a sign up all alone sayin oh, oh elizabeth and that season came in quiet with the rain and loving you was just like raising cain it was strong and bound for glory, and cursed with a thousand stories oh that season came in quiet with the rain so i’m pickin up the pieces where i went wrong, oh i’m pickin up the pieces where i went wrong, and there’s somethin so familiar, like an old bedtime song i’m pickin up the pieces where i went wrong…
last night i dreamed i was brooklyn on my own last night i dreamed i was brooklyn on my own lord i couldn’t see the shadows all in me, i dreamed i was in brooklyn on my own now those demons had there face bright as gold those demons had their faces bright as gold they came and shook my hand, fingers crossed behind their back those demons had their faces bright as gold. so i’m sittin by my lonesome in the light i’m sittin by my lonesome in the light i don’t know what i see, that light plays tricks on me i’m sittin by my lonesome in the light and i dont know whats ahead up comin next the wind shakes me feet, rattles my head there’s no tellin home, just a sign up all alone sayin oh, oh elizabeth and that season came in quiet with the rain and loving you was just like raising cain it was strong and bound for glory, and cursed with a thousand stories oh that season came in quiet with the rain so i’m pickin up the pieces where i went wrong, oh i’m pickin up the pieces where i went wrong, and there’s somethin so familiar, like an old bedtime song i’m pickin up the pieces where i went wrong…
