Spelling Era
๐ต 906 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:42 duration
๐ ID: 10602197
๐ Lyrics
The post- it's are color coded
Stuck above your monitor at work
To honor the deceased who wrote it
No throwing under hand you poorly postured young man
Plant feet in proper stance and fight the tide
Swing, swing
Swing, swing
Phone lines decorated, eyes open knees weak
Below they're celebrating they light up the street
Empty bottles turn to side walk chalk
Hollow bodies search for one moment of peace
I offer to accompany you homeward
40oz duct taped to each hand
Abolish two weekends sober
Now my arms are tired but won't stop
Like a boxer who didn't hear the bell
Six minutes in a conversation is
All it takes to find your tell I'm told
That red hair and red Volvo oh
We cross during our separate commutes but you don't know
Phone lines decorated, eyes open knees weak
Below they're celebrating they light up the street
Empty bottles turn to side walk chalk
Hollow bodies search for one moment of peace
Stuck above your monitor at work
To honor the deceased who wrote it
No throwing under hand you poorly postured young man
Plant feet in proper stance and fight the tide
Swing, swing
Swing, swing
Phone lines decorated, eyes open knees weak
Below they're celebrating they light up the street
Empty bottles turn to side walk chalk
Hollow bodies search for one moment of peace
I offer to accompany you homeward
40oz duct taped to each hand
Abolish two weekends sober
Now my arms are tired but won't stop
Like a boxer who didn't hear the bell
Six minutes in a conversation is
All it takes to find your tell I'm told
That red hair and red Volvo oh
We cross during our separate commutes but you don't know
Phone lines decorated, eyes open knees weak
Below they're celebrating they light up the street
Empty bottles turn to side walk chalk
Hollow bodies search for one moment of peace
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:20.37] The post- it's are color coded
[00:27.83] Stuck above your monitor at work
[00:36.17] To honor the deceased who wrote it
[00:45.83] No throwing under hand you poorly postured young man
[00:54.16] Plant feet in proper stance and fight the tide
[01:02.61] Swing, swing
[01:06.58] Swing, swing
[01:15.54] Phone lines decorated, eyes open knees weak
[01:22.26] Below they're celebrating they light up the street
[01:28.37] Empty bottles turn to side walk chalk
[01:34.31] Hollow bodies search for one moment of peace
[01:55.79] I offer to accompany you homeward
[02:03.23] 40oz duct taped to each hand
[02:11.42] Abolish two weekends sober
[02:19.57] Now my arms are tired but won't stop
[02:22.93] Like a boxer who didn't hear the bell
[02:27.04] Six minutes in a conversation is
[02:31.94] All it takes to find your tell I'm told
[02:49.54] That red hair and red Volvo oh
[02:57.29] We cross during our separate commutes but you don't know
[03:05.40] Phone lines decorated, eyes open knees weak
[03:11.59] Below they're celebrating they light up the street
[03:17.47] Empty bottles turn to side walk chalk
[03:24.16] Hollow bodies search for one moment of peace
[03:30.83]
[00:27.83] Stuck above your monitor at work
[00:36.17] To honor the deceased who wrote it
[00:45.83] No throwing under hand you poorly postured young man
[00:54.16] Plant feet in proper stance and fight the tide
[01:02.61] Swing, swing
[01:06.58] Swing, swing
[01:15.54] Phone lines decorated, eyes open knees weak
[01:22.26] Below they're celebrating they light up the street
[01:28.37] Empty bottles turn to side walk chalk
[01:34.31] Hollow bodies search for one moment of peace
[01:55.79] I offer to accompany you homeward
[02:03.23] 40oz duct taped to each hand
[02:11.42] Abolish two weekends sober
[02:19.57] Now my arms are tired but won't stop
[02:22.93] Like a boxer who didn't hear the bell
[02:27.04] Six minutes in a conversation is
[02:31.94] All it takes to find your tell I'm told
[02:49.54] That red hair and red Volvo oh
[02:57.29] We cross during our separate commutes but you don't know
[03:05.40] Phone lines decorated, eyes open knees weak
[03:11.59] Below they're celebrating they light up the street
[03:17.47] Empty bottles turn to side walk chalk
[03:24.16] Hollow bodies search for one moment of peace
[03:30.83]