Whitelake

when the warm wind blows to carry my bones let me go, let me go, let me go when the ravens surround me like moss on the stone let me go, let me go, let me go i will walk that road with my head held high as my last sweet sunset fades when the warm win

caviar, guillotine high above a soho street down, down, down on my own come on hang the devil's son i'll die alone live the life and bury greed interest on a lie is steep so i sang, i sang and i sang i called it out, my father's name the boys in blue