Southern Star - Gregory Alan Isakov

Oh my drunken southern star

How you tried to hide in darkness

Slipped from orbit

Now you’re dangerously close

Come out, come out

From all your hiding out

We’ll dig in our heels

Salute the battlefields

Where our broken hearts were born, oh

And the storm clouds are thirsty

I can see them bursting, watch them gathering light

And the walls in the bedroom now are pounding out

Were we broken open baby, maybe just a crack

Swore I heard you whisper that you preferred us like that, oh

My broken open child

Were we thirsty, thorned with wild eyes

Still, we are slaves to the sirens of the salty sea

Oh, oh, oh, oh