Lying in your arms, watching the sun come up.
Remember who you are, forget the little stuff.
Because we’ve been running, our time is coming,
to finally let go…
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Leaves are falling now,
like tears to the ground.
I guess times are changing again.
The nights have gotten so cold.
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I can’t take it back,
no, can’t change thing.
So every night when I go home,
I sing.
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You say, we’ve got nothing to worry about.
I guess, I won’t if you really think so.
Of course, now I’m not a mess thanks to you,
So what it no one needs to know.
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Couldn’t believe it,
the words you said to me.
Kept a secret,
but now is has to be,
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You’re walking around, with a pistol in your pocket.
And yeah nothing, nothing’s going to stop it.
Got nothing better to do,
but keep them kids scared of you.
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There are keys that I’m touching.
There’s a song I’m constructing.
Maybe I’ll drive to your island,
so I can search for the words I’m not finding.
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Walking down, the open road,
a breeze through my hair, air between my toes.
I take a look around, and what do I see,
two clouds frowning, staring back at me.
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Floating lighthouses, sinking island trees.
Go grab your stuff, and fly away with me.
Sky sailing, parasailing, we’ll make our escape.
Clocks ticking, our hearts picking, one another, its fate.
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So you know. I have two methods of writing songs.1: I just sit down think of what sounds good, slap it on paper, and type it up.2: I sit down at a piano, sing whatever comes out, and then write it down later, Well, this one is number two. And that method usually makes it much longer, and more, um meaningful. Anyways:
The Moment
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