Elliott Goes Songtext

So Elliott goes

I will wish you a ring of gold
A cloak of white
I will wish you a Solemn Sunday
I will blow you a kiss from the south wind

Your hands tied by the weight of it
What you can't catch, you cannot hold
So Elliott goes

I like living by this lake
The breeze carries in all the sadness
The tears of a thousand dead sailors
Hit the ground with the rain
Elliott, what a shame that

Your hands are freed by the weight of it
What you can catch you certainly can hold
So Elliott goes