From Seville To Manhattan by The Burnt Pines published on 2020-10-26T21:07:04Z Nobody wants to let you drown But I told you, Alabama, I can’t swim You climbed up into those hills Following him. In the cold North Carolina Left your summers in the pickup Left your springtime up in Canada Left your Autumn saying good luck. You were married in a church under a waterfall And I wonder, can you see in the Hollywood mist? A million eyes were watching from the farms in Arkansas To the suicide on the Golden Gate Bridge. And your rings were made of China And your vows were bound in lambskin And your dress draped over Sodom And Gomorrah made of porcelain. From Seville to Manhattan The good news comes running with the birds As I set sail upon this great, wide ocean I’m haunted by notorious words. Is my vengeance real in Gotham? Why’s the moonlight made of stone? Will the years all be forgotten? Is it too late to go home? Follow me home. With two eyes like searchlights Follow me home. And your rings were made of China And your vows were bound in lambskin And your dress draped over Sodom And Gomorrah made of porcelain. Is my vengeance real in Gotham? Why’s the moonlight made of stone? Will the years all be forgotten? Is it too late to go home? Kris Skovmand - vocals. Aaron Flanders - acoustic guitars, guitar-banjo. Miguel Sá Pessoa - keyboards. Fernando Huergo - 5-string electric bass. Luis Barros - drums. Written by Aaron Flanders, Kristoffer Benton Skovmand, Miguel Pereira de Sá Pessoa (Adraela Music, BMI) © ℗ 2021 Adraela Records Genre Folk-Pop