Lonesome Vale by miscellaneous owl

Fill the sails, blow my boat towards shore
Lonesome vale, you don't live here anymore
Let the roses grow up from your pretty eyes
I'll shoot the sparrows that sang the day you died
Lonesome vale

Carrie's a lot like you, she whispers in her sleep
With eyes as old as pirates' gold sunk a hundred fathoms deep
And I'll rue the day she comes to learn what lies beneath her feet
Lonesome vale, lonesome vale

Endless summer in the fields around this town
Crickets fiddle like Rome is burning down
Let the roses grow up from your rotting eyes
I'll shoot the sun that shone the day you died
Lonesome vale

My love is like a lariat wound tight around my neck
Pulling me towards you, pulling me towards death
Carrie, come on down here so I can get some rest
Lonesome vale, lonesome vale

Let the axe ring with every blow
Let the birds sing, I think they know
Let the roses bloom as red as wounds
Let your hair down, I'll be coming for you soon
Lonesome vale

• Rock
• bedroom pop
• folk
• indie folk
• indie pop
• indie rock
• lofi
• murder ballad
• synthesizer
• Madison