"Embers Of Day" lyrics - ELBOW
ELBOW
"Embers Of Day"
March to the beat of your pilgrim heart
Come and find me in the embers of day
By then we'll be noble old silver and gold
And still wild as a Friday night alleyway
March to the beat of your pilgrim heart
Come and find me in the embers of day
By then we'll be noble old silver and gold
And still wild as a Friday night alleyway