Foregone - The Decemberists

There are lies and say it’s a honey

All this light that day break brings

And the ancient bands that

Until the bad where you sleepy?

And we had agreed on Henry

Long before a flutter felt

And so it will be until memory

Makes the shadow of ourselves

And the ricks and the racks and the run

All the beats you believe that it’s not

But it’s foregone

It’s foregone

Can it be that this is given

This awaking from a long dark night

Of a soul so on and wizened

Sleep away to set to rights

And the ricks and the racks and the run

All would lead to believe that it’s not

But it’s foregone

It’s foregone

It’s foregone, it’s foregone

And the ricks and the racks and the run

All would lead to believe that it’s not

And the ricks and the racks and the run

It’s foregone

It’s foregone

It’s foregone

It’s foregone

Carry on

Oh, carry on