Gregory Alan Isakov Unwritable Girl
The unwritable girl Sleeps in my hand This interstate world Leaves me for dead In my ghost town grave And returns like color TV And I've tried to run My little mile Stumbled over myself Never find me, now It's been just one dream We're livin' in But you're still And you're bright And you're quiet In the heart of it And you're still And you're quiet And you're bright In the heart of it
