Sunday

Any Song Can Be a Folk Song for Someone


"And I'm not going back into rags or in the hole and our bruises are comin but we will never fold. And I was your silver lining as the story goes. I was your silver lining but now I'm gold. Hooray, hooray but now I'm gold. And I was your silver lining high up on my toes but you were running through fields of hitch hikers, as the story goes. Hooray, Hooray, I'm your silver lining. But now I'm gold. And the grass it was a-tickin and the sun was on the rise. I never felt so wicked as when I willed our love to die and I was your silver lining as the story goes. I was your silver lining but now I'm gold." -Rilo Kiley. Silver Lining.

[She Broke FREE. Just like me.]