The Feast Of St. John (Explicit)

The Feast Of St. John (Explicit) - Glen Hansard

Lyrics by：Glen Hansard

Composed by：Glen Hansard

Produced by：David Odlum

See the low fires burning at the Feast of St. John

See the heroes returning all but one

And I'll be with you brother if good fortune allows

'Cause all that was east is west of me now

And oh don't go down when you're lit on by sorrow

Oh don't take that **** on

Oh oh like birds of bad weather

Oh oh here they come

Oh oh may they all fall together

Oh monsters begone

Hope we won't have to wait 'round forever

See a man of good standing

Pushed to the ground

And his lover attending and her arms all around

And her anger and her ire and her blood raging full

Muster muster to the depths of your soul

And oh don't go drowning when they drag you down in the hollow

Oh don't take their **** on

And oh oh let them circle let them hover

Oh oh here they come

And oh oh they all deserve one another

Oh monsters begone

I was all boogie boogie till you came along

Oh oh like birds of bad weather

Oh oh here they come

Oh oh may they all fall together

Oh monsters begone

We should have seen it coming

See the low fires burning at the Feast of St. John

See the heroes returning all but one