Bullet Holes
Gregory Alan Isakov
Wither and bloom
Like we all do, soon enough
Cover me up with your love
Scratches from the branches
We took our chances, sure enough
I am brambles
But I am tangled in your love
Bullet holes, bullet holes
All patched up and headed home
Silver and gold
Precious stones, so I’m told
Aw, we’re clutching
But there ain’t nothing we can hold
Bullet holes, bullet holes
All patched up and headed home
Drifting, passing through
Until we all fall, we all do
In the meantime, come and cover me up
I’m all patched up and headed home