Trampled by Turtles - Lucy

Lucy, where are you now?
Are you hiding?

Born in the fire, babe
Poetry on our graves
I forgot so many names, but I'm trying

I think it's time to go
the bartender's leaning slow
and maybe he doesn't know
that you're blinding

I need a night alone
The wind through the trees alone
But as if the glass alone, slow and shining

Lucy, where are you now?
Are you hiding?

Written by:
DAVID PATRICK CARROLL, DAVID PAUL SIMONETT, ERIK ROBERT BERRY, RYAN DAVID YOUNG, TIMOTHY POWELL SAXHAUG

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