| Song | Straight at the Sun |
| Artist | Murder by Death |
| Album | Bitter Drink, Bitter Moon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| It's a dark road, when you walk it alone… | |
| When you walk it alone. | |
| The moon is high, | |
| A hard light casts shadows in the valley tonight | |
| I feel old, when it gets this cold. | |
| I have every reason to stay, | |
| But I gotta be on my way. | |
| The nights get longer and | |
| I speak Lower my head & go straight at the sun | |
| To the fire, to the warmth | |
| It's a heavy load to carry alone, carry alone. | |
| I try to speak, but my voice has gone weak, and | |
| I don't recognise the sound. | |
| Now a fire has gone cold as | |
| I walk through the woods to the road | |
| The nights get longer and | |
| I run Lower my head go straight at the sun | |
| To the fire | |
| To the warmth | |
| To the fire | |
| Straight to the heart | |
| It's a dark road, when you walk it alone… | |
| When it gets this cold. |
| It' s a dark road, when you walk it alone | |
| When you walk it alone. | |
| The moon is high, | |
| A hard light casts shadows in the valley tonight | |
| I feel old, when it gets this cold. | |
| I have every reason to stay, | |
| But I gotta be on my way. | |
| The nights get longer and | |
| I speak Lower my head go straight at the sun | |
| To the fire, to the warmth | |
| It' s a heavy load to carry alone, carry alone. | |
| I try to speak, but my voice has gone weak, and | |
| I don' t recognise the sound. | |
| Now a fire has gone cold as | |
| I walk through the woods to the road | |
| The nights get longer and | |
| I run Lower my head go straight at the sun | |
| To the fire | |
| To the warmth | |
| To the fire | |
| Straight to the heart | |
| It' s a dark road, when you walk it alone | |
| When it gets this cold. |
| It' s a dark road, when you walk it alone | |
| When you walk it alone. | |
| The moon is high, | |
| A hard light casts shadows in the valley tonight | |
| I feel old, when it gets this cold. | |
| I have every reason to stay, | |
| But I gotta be on my way. | |
| The nights get longer and | |
| I speak Lower my head go straight at the sun | |
| To the fire, to the warmth | |
| It' s a heavy load to carry alone, carry alone. | |
| I try to speak, but my voice has gone weak, and | |
| I don' t recognise the sound. | |
| Now a fire has gone cold as | |
| I walk through the woods to the road | |
| The nights get longer and | |
| I run Lower my head go straight at the sun | |
| To the fire | |
| To the warmth | |
| To the fire | |
| Straight to the heart | |
| It' s a dark road, when you walk it alone | |
| When it gets this cold. |