dark dark dark

Gregory Alan Isakov

Maria s on the hill
She was all side of her eyes
A five-dollar wine as a blanket inside
Lay up the pages on a traveling bed
Watch the Blood of Christ Mountains
Oh, they all turn red

Howl at the half moon, radio queen
She s all smoke, she s all nicotine
The songs in my pocket just crumble apart
Won t you sing me something for the dark

Maria s got wings, she s got legs for the sea
A captain s coat and a note for me
Wake up Marie, before the season turns
Set your dash for the coast, watch the Sangres burn

Howl at the half moon, radio queen
She s all smoke, she s all nicotine
The songs in my pocket just crumble apart
Won t you sing me something for the dark, dark, dark