Kelly - Recorders

Sitting in a forest, dripping from the fallen steps

Waking up my thirtiest sense

Calling seasons and demand

Coming where but coming when

Shaking a feeling, deciding to fight

Fading less than the morning lights

Come in to see, come in the sun

Coming through like I am done

Oh Kelly come get up, you’re nor a fool nor a saint

Don’t give up, and beat the man that I am

You’ve got to come get up, and be the sound of the rain

Don’t fuck up and make amends for the dead

Oh Kelly come get up, you’re nor a fool nor a saint

Don’t give up, and beat the man that I am

You’ve got to come get up, and be the sound of the rain

Don’t fuck up and make amends for the dead

Oh Kelly come get up, you’re nor a fool nor a saint

Don’t give up, and beat the man that I am

You’ve got to come get up, and be the sound of the rain

Don’t fuck up and make amends for the dead

Oh Kelly come get up, you’re nor a fool nor a saint

Don’t give up, and beat the man that I am

You’ve got to come get up, and be the sound of the rain

Don’t fuck up and make amends for the dead