Goodnight Irene - Brian Fallon

Darling it’s so dark in this house

Except for this light, my slow candle burning

I know you’re somewhere

I always did feel it

I got a new song

You might never hear

Goodnight Irene

I got your trouble

I read your letters

You sent like a bomb

And when you’re gone

We’re all gonna miss you

You’re perfume like cigarettes and the sea

My name that you always wore like grief

Goodnight Irene

I grew up kind of lonesome, the saint of the sinners

The voice of the dogs, you find in the rain

So I just keep working, I’ll just keep driving

Nobody writes the blues anymore

Goodnight Irene

I got your trouble and I read your letters

You sent like a bomb

And when you’re gone

We’re all gonna miss you

You’re perfume like cigarettes and the sea

My name that you always wore like grief

And in my mind there is a dream where the telephone rang

Just before the ring took a vow and bend in her hand

In her closet where white dresses hang

Where eyes declaring war, Goodnight Irene