The Waning Of The Sun
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โฑ๏ธ 5:40 duration
๐ ID: 17152899
๐ Lyrics
Strange light, evensong, river gums paint
On the glassy Murray
We've been smoking and the silty dust
Straps our feet, bare as a baby
If this day was the last, I'd have been happier
Than I ever thought I'd be
And I'll suspend all that needs to be tended to
To watch the waning sun of January
How I wish I could live in my hindsight
Safe in the prism of the past
I was melancholic even as a child
I would yearn for days older
To feel tugs on lines already cast
I feel it in my throat
That's where my sadness sleeps and grows
When I let it
It makes it hard to swallow without tears pushing
Under the waning sun of January
My ancestors were always been songs in my neck
Northerners and Irish, the cold and the coal
They waited in me 'til I was quiet enough
They sang together until their sadness was still
I am their keeper of their best and their worst
They flow through me, all their songs and their thirsts
All that they gave me, all of my choices
My head's full of a choir of a thousand voices, ooh
On the glassy Murray
We've been smoking and the silty dust
Straps our feet, bare as a baby
If this day was the last, I'd have been happier
Than I ever thought I'd be
And I'll suspend all that needs to be tended to
To watch the waning sun of January
How I wish I could live in my hindsight
Safe in the prism of the past
I was melancholic even as a child
I would yearn for days older
To feel tugs on lines already cast
I feel it in my throat
That's where my sadness sleeps and grows
When I let it
It makes it hard to swallow without tears pushing
Under the waning sun of January
My ancestors were always been songs in my neck
Northerners and Irish, the cold and the coal
They waited in me 'til I was quiet enough
They sang together until their sadness was still
I am their keeper of their best and their worst
They flow through me, all their songs and their thirsts
All that they gave me, all of my choices
My head's full of a choir of a thousand voices, ooh
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.63] Strange light, evensong, river gums paint
[00:13.49] On the glassy Murray
[00:18.66] We've been smoking and the silty dust
[00:26.26] Straps our feet, bare as a baby
[00:34.71] If this day was the last, I'd have been happier
[00:44.38] Than I ever thought I'd be
[00:53.07] And I'll suspend all that needs to be tended to
[01:02.89] To watch the waning sun of January
[01:11.60]
[01:30.11] How I wish I could live in my hindsight
[01:39.10] Safe in the prism of the past
[01:48.02] I was melancholic even as a child
[01:55.39] I would yearn for days older
[01:59.46] To feel tugs on lines already cast
[02:05.42] I feel it in my throat
[02:07.13] That's where my sadness sleeps and grows
[02:15.15] When I let it
[02:23.30] It makes it hard to swallow without tears pushing
[02:33.51] Under the waning sun of January
[02:41.70]
[03:25.24] My ancestors were always been songs in my neck
[03:34.50] Northerners and Irish, the cold and the coal
[03:43.34] They waited in me 'til I was quiet enough
[03:53.92] They sang together until their sadness was still
[04:02.27] I am their keeper of their best and their worst
[04:12.01] They flow through me, all their songs and their thirsts
[04:21.03] All that they gave me, all of my choices
[04:30.43] My head's full of a choir of a thousand voices, ooh
[04:47.03]
[00:13.49] On the glassy Murray
[00:18.66] We've been smoking and the silty dust
[00:26.26] Straps our feet, bare as a baby
[00:34.71] If this day was the last, I'd have been happier
[00:44.38] Than I ever thought I'd be
[00:53.07] And I'll suspend all that needs to be tended to
[01:02.89] To watch the waning sun of January
[01:11.60]
[01:30.11] How I wish I could live in my hindsight
[01:39.10] Safe in the prism of the past
[01:48.02] I was melancholic even as a child
[01:55.39] I would yearn for days older
[01:59.46] To feel tugs on lines already cast
[02:05.42] I feel it in my throat
[02:07.13] That's where my sadness sleeps and grows
[02:15.15] When I let it
[02:23.30] It makes it hard to swallow without tears pushing
[02:33.51] Under the waning sun of January
[02:41.70]
[03:25.24] My ancestors were always been songs in my neck
[03:34.50] Northerners and Irish, the cold and the coal
[03:43.34] They waited in me 'til I was quiet enough
[03:53.92] They sang together until their sadness was still
[04:02.27] I am their keeper of their best and their worst
[04:12.01] They flow through me, all their songs and their thirsts
[04:21.03] All that they gave me, all of my choices
[04:30.43] My head's full of a choir of a thousand voices, ooh
[04:47.03]