Paroles Berth Gregory Alan Isakov

Berth

Silver winged, broken English, boys they smoke
Talk and joke, above the water
New York lady, holding in her heavy hand
Sacred lantern, guiding dawn

Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that

Casting glances backwards, but it's not your fault
Turned to salt for the wandering
In your braids and heavy pages, we were folded
Kiss the cold and dirty ground

Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that

Seasons wake with sleeping birds now flying south
Covered mouth, we watch in awe
Fallen pines to shape the skyline, take me there
Beneath the barren coloured moon
(Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that)

Greeting all the masses
From their teeming shores
She was born with open hands
(Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that)

Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that looking back
Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that looking back
Mmmm, mmmm