Paroles: Gregory Alan Isakov. Unwritable Girl.

Wanna write one for you
The unwritable girl
Sleeps in my hand
This interstate world

Leaves me for dead
In my ghost town grave
And returns like color TV

And I've tried to run
My little mile
Stumbled over myself
Never find me, now

It's been just one dream
We're livin' in
But you're still
And you're bright
And you're quiet
In the heart of it

And you're still
And you're quiet
And you're bright
In the heart of it