Letra da Música Raising Cain de Gregory Alan Isakov

Last night I dreamed I was brooklyn on my own
Last night I dreamed I was brooklyn on my own
Lord I couldn't see the shadows all in me
I dreamed I was in brooklyn on my own

Now those demons had there face bright as gold
Those demons had their faces bright as gold
They came and shook my hand
Fingers crossed behind their back
Those demons had their faces bright as gold

So I'm sittin' by my lonesome in the light
I'm sittin' by my lonesome in the light
I don't know what I see
That light plays tricks on me
I'm sittin' by my lonesome in the light

And I don't know whats ahead up comin' next
The wind shakes me feet, rattles my head
There's no tellin' home
Just a sign up all alone
Sayin' oh, oh elizabeth

And that season came in quiet with the rain
And loving you was just like raising cain
It was strong and bound for glory
And cursed with a thousand stories
Oh that season came in quiet with the rain

So I'm pickin' up the pieces where I went wrong
Oh I'm pickin' up the pieces where I went wrong
And there's somethin' so familiar
Like an old bedtime song
I'm pickin' up the pieces where I went wrong