Cradle To The Angel Lyrics - Bloomed - Richard Buckner

From the thumper to the drinker, 

The cradle to the angel 

I'll be looking over you 

Pass me up or lay me down 

Once I wanted an explanation 

But now I'd settle for just a sound 

What's the name they call ones like us: 

A bouquet of shadows in the evening sun 

I sat up late and watched you sleep 

And you said you'd waited thirty years for me 

Another painter-over hardwood floor 

And off the hallway, dear, another trail of tears 

Out past the couple, and onto the street 

I emptied my flask out at your feet 

Austin are you calling 

Atlanta are you there 

Eupora are you dreaming 

That you saw my darling dear