Song
๐ต 527 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:05 duration
๐ ID: 5902074
๐ Lyrics
I woke up thinking of a song that I could write
A song to pull the dream up from my night
All day I felt so light
And wild color bled along the road
In a fields and fences as we drove along
I was thinking of my song
What I'd place inside, if I could bury light
In something I could write
Would it explain to you this white moon
Hanging high above the motel room?
The last gasp of longing that I stretch my hand towards
As though to steal from the moment some souvenir of words
I woke up thinking of a song that I could write
A song to pull the dream up from my night
All day I felt so light
And wild color bled along the road
In a fields and fences as we drove along
I was thinking of my song
What I'd place inside, if I could bury light
In something I could write
Would it explain to you this white moon
Hanging high above the motel room?
The last gasp of longing that I stretch my hand towards
As though to steal from the moment some souvenir of words
I woke up thinking of a song that I could write
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.00] I woke up thinking of a song that I could write
[00:10.91] A song to pull the dream up from my night
[00:18.22] All day I felt so light
[00:21.82] And wild color bled along the road
[00:28.90] In a fields and fences as we drove along
[00:36.39] I was thinking of my song
[00:40.06] What I'd place inside, if I could bury light
[00:47.16] In something I could write
[00:54.44]
[01:03.84] Would it explain to you this white moon
[01:11.11] Hanging high above the motel room?
[01:17.37] The last gasp of longing that I stretch my hand towards
[01:23.71] As though to steal from the moment some souvenir of words
[01:33.29]
[01:44.42] I woke up thinking of a song that I could write
[01:53.04]
[00:10.91] A song to pull the dream up from my night
[00:18.22] All day I felt so light
[00:21.82] And wild color bled along the road
[00:28.90] In a fields and fences as we drove along
[00:36.39] I was thinking of my song
[00:40.06] What I'd place inside, if I could bury light
[00:47.16] In something I could write
[00:54.44]
[01:03.84] Would it explain to you this white moon
[01:11.11] Hanging high above the motel room?
[01:17.37] The last gasp of longing that I stretch my hand towards
[01:23.71] As though to steal from the moment some souvenir of words
[01:33.29]
[01:44.42] I woke up thinking of a song that I could write
[01:53.04]