Dead Languages Lyrics & Chords By Jesse French

Wolves by the road and a bike wheel spinning on a pawn shop wall She'll wring out her colored hair like a butterfly beaten in a summer rainfall And then roll on the kitchen floor...read more

Late night drives and hot french fries and friends around the country From Charlottesville to good old Santa Fe When I think of you, you still got on that hat that says, "Let's...read more

You came with your faith unshaken, Unabashed oh my darling you're amazing, With your hands so cold and full of callouses. Your name was the only word that I hear, I Cut your...read more

They're playing our song They're playing our song Can you see the lights? Can you hear the hum, of our song? I hope they get it right I hope we dance tonight Before...read more

In our days we will live like our ghosts will live Pitching glass at the cornfield crows and folding clothes Like stubborn boys across the road, we'll keep everything ...read more