And if you take a little heaven, and a little bit of hell
and wrap them up with a bow, do you think it would sell?
Because one man’s garbage is another man’s gold and
you’re not using them now, so why wait ‘till you’re older?
And I won’t know what it’s like to be the king of the world,
I gave that chance away for a night with a girl and
her hair was honey, and her breath was red wine
and I’ll never know her name and I’ll never feel fine again but
Don’t tell me that there’s nothing left to believe in,
because I keep my faith right here:
locked up in my fingers and eyes,
the prayers we made to the moon and the starry skies.
Your bitter kisses are laced with champagne and
they stay on my lips and with them stays the pain of
too much lost, or not enough gained
in your arms.
But everything I have I know I’d trade away and
in spite of myself in your arms I would stay for
a little shelter from the raging winds
and the way that it ends is the way it begins again but
Don’t tell me that there’s nothing left to believe in,
because I keep my faith right here:
locked up in my fingers and eyes,
the prayers we made to the moon and the starry skies.
And don’t think that I’ll wake you when I’m leaving
because it’s all that I can do
to walk away from you.
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023
These two tracks by the Chicago folk singer were produced by Jackson and her frequent collaborators KAINA, Sen Morimoto, and Nnamdi. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 27, 2023