Lightning Bug
๐ต 522 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:15 duration
๐ ID: 17625037
๐ Lyrics
The winter rains fell for seven weeks straight
And no one was sure it would ever abate
We took shelter indoors and awaited the sun
But weeks turned to years and the sun didn't come
It didn't come
How soft
Softly we turn
Turn into dust
The faster that we burn
Now low lies the moon, its light fading fast
O'er faraway hills of cinnamon grass
As we dim into dusk, dissolve into past
We say, "Nothing good in this life is meant to last..."
Could it ever last?
How soft
Softly we burn
Burn into dust
The faster that we turn
And no one was sure it would ever abate
We took shelter indoors and awaited the sun
But weeks turned to years and the sun didn't come
It didn't come
How soft
Softly we turn
Turn into dust
The faster that we burn
Now low lies the moon, its light fading fast
O'er faraway hills of cinnamon grass
As we dim into dusk, dissolve into past
We say, "Nothing good in this life is meant to last..."
Could it ever last?
How soft
Softly we burn
Burn into dust
The faster that we turn
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:16.85] The winter rains fell for seven weeks straight
[00:22.02] And no one was sure it would ever abate
[00:26.41] We took shelter indoors and awaited the sun
[00:32.77] But weeks turned to years and the sun didn't come
[00:42.06] It didn't come
[00:46.40]
[01:05.35] How soft
[01:08.61] Softly we turn
[01:13.87] Turn into dust
[01:18.82] The faster that we burn
[01:21.51]
[01:36.09] Now low lies the moon, its light fading fast
[01:41.33] O'er faraway hills of cinnamon grass
[01:45.82] As we dim into dusk, dissolve into past
[01:52.17] We say, "Nothing good in this life is meant to last..."
[02:01.49] Could it ever last?
[02:24.10] How soft
[02:34.31] Softly we burn
[02:39.12] Burn into dust
[02:44.42] The faster that we turn
[02:46.40]
[00:22.02] And no one was sure it would ever abate
[00:26.41] We took shelter indoors and awaited the sun
[00:32.77] But weeks turned to years and the sun didn't come
[00:42.06] It didn't come
[00:46.40]
[01:05.35] How soft
[01:08.61] Softly we turn
[01:13.87] Turn into dust
[01:18.82] The faster that we burn
[01:21.51]
[01:36.09] Now low lies the moon, its light fading fast
[01:41.33] O'er faraway hills of cinnamon grass
[01:45.82] As we dim into dusk, dissolve into past
[01:52.17] We say, "Nothing good in this life is meant to last..."
[02:01.49] Could it ever last?
[02:24.10] How soft
[02:34.31] Softly we burn
[02:39.12] Burn into dust
[02:44.42] The faster that we turn
[02:46.40]