All The Luck In The World - Killing Season Lyrics

You dropped the keys down seven stories
You count the cranes out, fifteen this week
Outskirts, post-peak
Spirits high
It's never easy to say goodbye

You caught a lions heart
Held it in your arms
Where has the time gone seven years on
Outskirts
Post-peak
Spirits high
It's never easy to let things die
Or slide

I'm not your brother I wouldn't hurt you like they do
I'm not your mother i'd never make you feel that blue
Leave for the outskirts
Post-peak with spirits high
Learning to let go
Learning to leave some things behind

You dropped the keys down
You count that cranes out
You twist the corkscrew
Turn by turn you run further from reason
It's killing season