straight away i learned to pray heap praise upon the sky you go to heaven when you die but keep that lake of fire in mind broke all the rules at catholic school turned to a life of crime when i stole that motorbike i left a trail of tears behind had casual sex smoked cigarettes threw caution to the wind was a winding path that i always plan to get back to you again till the ground neath thunderclouds the rain follows the plow but it was never as profound as i had wanted it to be the birds they sang the rites of spring in summer s la z boy i sat down to enjoy a world that s comfortable in green a red feather hawk and a celtic cross i pierced into my ear no matter where i went i meant to make my way back here well i don t need god or common law to tell me right from wrong cause when you press me to your chest i know where i belong
['indie folk', 'melancholia', 'omaha indie']