Lyrics Slow Road - YAY BLYNN , Shouse

I can't have feelings
I've been here before
The sound of the waves
And the light on the shore

I can't have feelings
I'm moving too much
Too fast, you know
I'm missing the slow road, slow road (slow road)

I'll shut the wheels
Can't carry me home
Wherever I'm going
I'm going alone

I can't have feelings
I'm losing too much
Too fast, you know
I'm missing the slow road, slow road
Slow to rhythm
Back to slow road, slow road

I can't have feelings
I've been here before
The sound of the waves
And the light on the shore

I can't have feelings
I'm moving too much
Too fast, you know
I'm missing the slow road, slow road (slow road)

Slow to rhythm, back to
Slow to rhythm, back to
Back to rhythm, back to
Back to rhythm, back to
Back to rhythm, back to
Back to rhythm, back to
Back to rhythm, back to
Back to rhythm, back to

Back to rhythm, back to
Back to rhythm, back to
Back to rhythm, back to
Back to rhythm, back to
Back to rhythm, back to
Back to rhythm, back to
Back to rhythm, back to
Back to rhythm

I'm alive in the blood
That my skin holds
I'm a rock on the roulette
I'm going wherever the wind flows
I got my own kind of free

With love on the road
And the blue sky
I come to the well and
I'm writing the spell on my own time
I got my own kind of freedom

I'm alive in the blood
That my skin holds
I'm a rock on the roulette
I'm going wherever the wind flows
I got my own kind of free

With love on the road
And the blue sky
I come to the well and
I'm writing the spell on my own time
I got my own kind of freedom

Back to rhythm
Going back to the rhythm
Going back to the rhythm
Going back to the rhythm
Going back to the rhythm
Going back to the rhythm
Going back to the rhythm
Going back to the rhythm

Going back to the rhythm
Going back to the rhythm
Going back to the rhythm
Going back to the rhythm
Going back to the rhythm
Going back to the rhythm
Going back to the rhythm
Going back to the rhythm

Going back to the rhythm
Going back to the rhythm
Going back to the rhythm
Going back to the rhythm
Going back to the rhythm
Going back to the rhythm
Going back to the rhythm
Going back to the rhythm

I'm alive in the blood
That my skin holds
I'm a rock on the roulette
I'm going wherever the wind flows
I got my own kind of free

With love on the road
And the blue sky
I come to the well and
I'm writing the spell on my own time
I got my own kind of freedom