Songtexte




In the dead of summer
With the windows down
In the faded color
Of an evening gown
I can see you sitting
With your solitaire
In a quiet kitchen
On a creaking chair
And there's a light still glowing
Or at least the trace
But the garden's growing
At a different pace
And there's a lone bird singing
Singing out of tune
As the phone starts ringing
Ringing out for you
I can feel you slipping
Through the static sound
I can feel the distance
Between then and now
I wanna make it better
Make it all make sense
Make it last forever
In the present tense
From the constellations
On the endless wall
To the conversations
On a Sunday call
Like the thunder crashing
Over my hometown
I can hear you laughing
Like you're here right now



Autor(en): Darryl Blake Rahn Jr Copyright: Covertly Canadian Publishing



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