Tell Her I'm Just Dancing - Hiss Golden Messenger
What catches fire
Brightens my eyes
Gathering joy to myself
Wrecking my light
What catches fire
Brightens my eyes
And those bottom end boys
They clap on one and three
Yes I built a wall I cannot get over
You can't choose your blues but you might as well own them
For a little while like the spirit of an older
Hey Diamond Heel get your storm clouds open
Now how many miles to Birmingham
I'm asking on a friend in the gathering wind
Old hatted cross
Rock hold me
If she asks where I am tell her I'm just dancing
Yes I'm just dancing now I cannot get over
You can't choose your blues but you might as well own them
For a little while like the spirit of an older
Hey Diamond Heel get your storm clouds open
What catches fire
Brightens my eyes
Gathering joy to myself
It's a lucky thing