Donuts in a Six Speed (Quiet Country Audio Session)
๐ต 681 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:09 duration
๐ ID: 2876967
๐ Lyrics
How much time is too much time?
When my island eyes fall right in stride
I can't make peace with what works
I just grow tired of digging up dirt
But you are the space between days
And I pretend I can lead you some place
But I'm not concerned with
The existence of magic
I need something concrete
To make use of these new feet
A of little fingers singing for magnetic hands
I just need a bit of space
Too often I get caught up wishing for what was
And running out of air
Always tired, arms on fire
I just can't catch a break
My basic instincts are always changing
Just enough to say
"You can sing out loud without making a sound."
I could get comfortable with the existence of magic
When my island eyes fall right in stride
I can't make peace with what works
I just grow tired of digging up dirt
But you are the space between days
And I pretend I can lead you some place
But I'm not concerned with
The existence of magic
I need something concrete
To make use of these new feet
A of little fingers singing for magnetic hands
I just need a bit of space
Too often I get caught up wishing for what was
And running out of air
Always tired, arms on fire
I just can't catch a break
My basic instincts are always changing
Just enough to say
"You can sing out loud without making a sound."
I could get comfortable with the existence of magic
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:10.84] How much time is too much time?
[00:22.65] When my island eyes fall right in stride
[00:34.37] I can't make peace with what works
[00:39.77] I just grow tired of digging up dirt
[00:46.04] But you are the space between days
[00:51.47] And I pretend I can lead you some place
[01:02.37] But I'm not concerned with
[01:06.89] The existence of magic
[01:13.13] I need something concrete
[01:17.63] To make use of these new feet
[01:33.98] A of little fingers singing for magnetic hands
[01:40.26] I just need a bit of space
[01:45.62] Too often I get caught up wishing for what was
[01:51.97] And running out of air
[01:57.42] Always tired, arms on fire
[02:01.96] I just can't catch a break
[02:07.30] My basic instincts are always changing
[02:13.67] Just enough to say
[02:18.14] "You can sing out loud without making a sound."
[02:58.76] I could get comfortable with the existence of magic
[03:09.06]
[00:22.65] When my island eyes fall right in stride
[00:34.37] I can't make peace with what works
[00:39.77] I just grow tired of digging up dirt
[00:46.04] But you are the space between days
[00:51.47] And I pretend I can lead you some place
[01:02.37] But I'm not concerned with
[01:06.89] The existence of magic
[01:13.13] I need something concrete
[01:17.63] To make use of these new feet
[01:33.98] A of little fingers singing for magnetic hands
[01:40.26] I just need a bit of space
[01:45.62] Too often I get caught up wishing for what was
[01:51.97] And running out of air
[01:57.42] Always tired, arms on fire
[02:01.96] I just can't catch a break
[02:07.30] My basic instincts are always changing
[02:13.67] Just enough to say
[02:18.14] "You can sing out loud without making a sound."
[02:58.76] I could get comfortable with the existence of magic
[03:09.06]