Heavy Hands from Jula by Spirits of the Red City

a stray dog running through an old train yard
his body as black as smoke
that fills my heart
i am cold by the fire
i'm cold now wherever we are

i have become my father's son
the land a bridge divides
is a hollow place or is not there

hold my hands steady on the wheel
i'm through i am through

count the hours by passing lights
the night is yours my heavy hands
i count the hours by the passing lights
i won't be home tonight
to a scene in shades of white

i combed your hair along the lines
as far as i can see
you are softer now
no one to follow you around
and will always be

holding my hands steady on the wheel
i'm through i am through
counting hours by passing light
the night is yours my heavy hands
i counted hours by the passing light
i won't be home tonight
to a scene in shades of white

• Folk
• chamber
• chamber folk
• indie
• orchestral
• orchestral folk
• Minneapolis