Soft Orange Glow
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โฑ๏ธ 3:16 duration
๐ ID: 8706308
๐ Lyrics
The moon is beating on this town
On the silent streets and all around
Its crescent's growing larger every time i close my eyes
The burning lamplights on main street
On this deserted tuesday night
Are calling for a sign of life to consume their fire
As the girl sits alone on a bench
She's waiting for a ride
Or a moment of clarity
Or perhaps she is not waiting for anything at all
And she's content to watch the streetlights and the moon... on the concrete
She's been there for as long as i've seen, maybe longer,
Maybe she's always been there as a living statue
She commerates a saint who had fallen some years past
And she has drifted from the spotlight
And is nothing more than a shadow of a shadow
And her face, it is carved with a purpose
Nobody knows this destiny, not even this girl
Who sits alone on her bench under the moon and the streetlights
And stares at something in the distance, motionless
Even the wind is asleep at this hour
The clouds are laying low on the horizon upon pillows of more clouds
And the soft orange glow of the sleeping sky casts down on the sleeping earth
And she will rise when the morning sun consumes the fog
And the soft orange glow becomes the fallen saint
Hidden by the shadow of a shadow
Burnt by the spotlight
Invisible
Gone
On the silent streets and all around
Its crescent's growing larger every time i close my eyes
The burning lamplights on main street
On this deserted tuesday night
Are calling for a sign of life to consume their fire
As the girl sits alone on a bench
She's waiting for a ride
Or a moment of clarity
Or perhaps she is not waiting for anything at all
And she's content to watch the streetlights and the moon... on the concrete
She's been there for as long as i've seen, maybe longer,
Maybe she's always been there as a living statue
She commerates a saint who had fallen some years past
And she has drifted from the spotlight
And is nothing more than a shadow of a shadow
And her face, it is carved with a purpose
Nobody knows this destiny, not even this girl
Who sits alone on her bench under the moon and the streetlights
And stares at something in the distance, motionless
Even the wind is asleep at this hour
The clouds are laying low on the horizon upon pillows of more clouds
And the soft orange glow of the sleeping sky casts down on the sleeping earth
And she will rise when the morning sun consumes the fog
And the soft orange glow becomes the fallen saint
Hidden by the shadow of a shadow
Burnt by the spotlight
Invisible
Gone
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:12.84] The moon is beating on this town
[00:15.50] On the silent streets and all around
[00:18.20] Its crescent's growing larger every time i close my eyes
[00:23.71] The burning lamplights on main street
[00:26.42] On this deserted tuesday night
[00:28.23] Are calling for a sign of life to consume their fire
[00:36.40] As the girl sits alone on a bench
[00:40.88] She's waiting for a ride
[00:43.67] Or a moment of clarity
[00:49.05] Or perhaps she is not waiting for anything at all
[00:54.40] And she's content to watch the streetlights and the moon... on the concrete
[01:02.63] She's been there for as long as i've seen, maybe longer,
[01:07.14] Maybe she's always been there as a living statue
[01:12.66] She commerates a saint who had fallen some years past
[01:17.19] And she has drifted from the spotlight
[01:19.88] And is nothing more than a shadow of a shadow
[01:32.70] And her face, it is carved with a purpose
[01:37.29] Nobody knows this destiny, not even this girl
[01:41.76] Who sits alone on her bench under the moon and the streetlights
[01:49.94] And stares at something in the distance, motionless
[02:09.39] Even the wind is asleep at this hour
[02:13.09] The clouds are laying low on the horizon upon pillows of more clouds
[02:22.03] And the soft orange glow of the sleeping sky casts down on the sleeping earth
[02:30.10] And she will rise when the morning sun consumes the fog
[02:41.06] And the soft orange glow becomes the fallen saint
[02:47.39] Hidden by the shadow of a shadow
[02:50.07] Burnt by the spotlight
[02:57.39] Invisible
[03:04.14] Gone
[03:09.50]
[00:15.50] On the silent streets and all around
[00:18.20] Its crescent's growing larger every time i close my eyes
[00:23.71] The burning lamplights on main street
[00:26.42] On this deserted tuesday night
[00:28.23] Are calling for a sign of life to consume their fire
[00:36.40] As the girl sits alone on a bench
[00:40.88] She's waiting for a ride
[00:43.67] Or a moment of clarity
[00:49.05] Or perhaps she is not waiting for anything at all
[00:54.40] And she's content to watch the streetlights and the moon... on the concrete
[01:02.63] She's been there for as long as i've seen, maybe longer,
[01:07.14] Maybe she's always been there as a living statue
[01:12.66] She commerates a saint who had fallen some years past
[01:17.19] And she has drifted from the spotlight
[01:19.88] And is nothing more than a shadow of a shadow
[01:32.70] And her face, it is carved with a purpose
[01:37.29] Nobody knows this destiny, not even this girl
[01:41.76] Who sits alone on her bench under the moon and the streetlights
[01:49.94] And stares at something in the distance, motionless
[02:09.39] Even the wind is asleep at this hour
[02:13.09] The clouds are laying low on the horizon upon pillows of more clouds
[02:22.03] And the soft orange glow of the sleeping sky casts down on the sleeping earth
[02:30.10] And she will rise when the morning sun consumes the fog
[02:41.06] And the soft orange glow becomes the fallen saint
[02:47.39] Hidden by the shadow of a shadow
[02:50.07] Burnt by the spotlight
[02:57.39] Invisible
[03:04.14] Gone
[03:09.50]