Lowground (Solas)

Hit the asphalt hard, gone burning down Spit and broken teeth, blood on the ground Raw are the hours, blackened out is the sun My lover is gone, my lover is gone Live in the lowground, lay in the low ground Make your way through the lowground, lonesome Live in the lowground, lay in the lowground Make your way through the lowground, lonesome Still black sorrow and bitter fermented The puddle of the poet's tears, forgot the more they meant it The cry of a whip, the crack of a gun I'll never love another one, never love another one Live in the lowground, lay in the low ground Make your way through the lowground, lonesome Live in the lowground, lay in the lowground Make your way through the lowground, lonesome There's a place I know, I've been there before Where the river cuts deep through the canyon In the wilderness I will clear my soul Up to the silence, to the thunder that rolls And the rain, it will drench me and cut to my bones And I'll leave clean and I'll leave whole And I'll set out again to find my home Glass furnace hard, and a stupor of loss Squall of surrender and paying the cost For a blindness for blindness, too late now I see Love, I come back to me, I come back to me Live in the lowground, lay in the low ground Make your way through the lowground, lonesome Live in the lowground, lay in the lowground Make your way through the lowground, lonesome Lonesome...