Curls
๐ต 904 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:18 duration
๐ ID: 4175626
๐ Lyrics
To see within is to feel without a light
Who'd have thought that we'd break the things we like?
To find a stone just to bounce across the pond
Is the path it makes, that's a clue to other songs
Her hair curls in the damp of the night
The scent recalls like a photograph with life
Her hair, it curls in the depth of the night
The scent recalls like a photograph with life
To live without is to live under a spell
Who'd have thought that we'd turn our home to hell?
To find a bone and to float it down the stream
It's the path it takes that's a clue to many greens
Her hair curls in the damp of the night
The scent recalls like a photograph with life
Her woollen coat under yellow sodium lights
Records the air like a memory of night
Her hair curls in the damp of the night
The scent recalls like a photograph with life
Her woollen coat under yellow sodium lights
Records the air like a memory of night
Who'd have thought that we'd break the things we like?
To find a stone just to bounce across the pond
Is the path it makes, that's a clue to other songs
Her hair curls in the damp of the night
The scent recalls like a photograph with life
Her hair, it curls in the depth of the night
The scent recalls like a photograph with life
To live without is to live under a spell
Who'd have thought that we'd turn our home to hell?
To find a bone and to float it down the stream
It's the path it takes that's a clue to many greens
Her hair curls in the damp of the night
The scent recalls like a photograph with life
Her woollen coat under yellow sodium lights
Records the air like a memory of night
Her hair curls in the damp of the night
The scent recalls like a photograph with life
Her woollen coat under yellow sodium lights
Records the air like a memory of night
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:24.88] To see within is to feel without a light
[00:31.26] Who'd have thought that we'd break the things we like?
[00:35.70] To find a stone just to bounce across the pond
[00:40.93] Is the path it makes, that's a clue to other songs
[00:48.05] Her hair curls in the damp of the night
[00:55.46] The scent recalls like a photograph with life
[00:59.90] Her hair, it curls in the depth of the night
[01:05.08] The scent recalls like a photograph with life
[01:24.30] To live without is to live under a spell
[01:29.09] Who'd have thought that we'd turn our home to hell?
[01:34.17] To find a bone and to float it down the stream
[01:39.35] It's the path it takes that's a clue to many greens
[01:45.90] Her hair curls in the damp of the night
[01:52.50] The scent recalls like a photograph with life
[01:57.53] Her woollen coat under yellow sodium lights
[02:04.60] Records the air like a memory of night
[02:09.66] Her hair curls in the damp of the night
[02:14.10] The scent recalls like a photograph with life
[02:20.58] Her woollen coat under yellow sodium lights
[02:26.49] Records the air like a memory of night
[03:17.05]
[00:31.26] Who'd have thought that we'd break the things we like?
[00:35.70] To find a stone just to bounce across the pond
[00:40.93] Is the path it makes, that's a clue to other songs
[00:48.05] Her hair curls in the damp of the night
[00:55.46] The scent recalls like a photograph with life
[00:59.90] Her hair, it curls in the depth of the night
[01:05.08] The scent recalls like a photograph with life
[01:24.30] To live without is to live under a spell
[01:29.09] Who'd have thought that we'd turn our home to hell?
[01:34.17] To find a bone and to float it down the stream
[01:39.35] It's the path it takes that's a clue to many greens
[01:45.90] Her hair curls in the damp of the night
[01:52.50] The scent recalls like a photograph with life
[01:57.53] Her woollen coat under yellow sodium lights
[02:04.60] Records the air like a memory of night
[02:09.66] Her hair curls in the damp of the night
[02:14.10] The scent recalls like a photograph with life
[02:20.58] Her woollen coat under yellow sodium lights
[02:26.49] Records the air like a memory of night
[03:17.05]