Solace

From the gullies of Atlanta To the plains states, where we pray I can measure all the distance By the way she says my name [Chorus] She gets solace holdin' on to me She gets soulless holdin' on to me It gets dark along the road at night With freeways passin' by It gets dark and cold and full of sighs Up above you in the sky [Chorus] We make the constellations out of her beauty marks We make the constellations out of the falling stars We make the constellations out of her beauty marks We make the constellations out of the falling stars Beg. [repeating] Pray. [repeating] Beg / prey [repeating]