Текст песни Slow Sips - Kyle Lionhart

Way back
Way back when we lost track
The weeds grow through our walls now
And flowies (flowers) don't stand tall

Slow sips
Slow sips of your wine dear
I don't want your honesty
I can't take much more

When he holds onto you
Does he hold you tight
I cut from that blade
To suffer at night
The turn of the leaf
The moment that's gone
For searching for right
When nothing was wrong
We counted the nights
As they turned to blue
You want me to wait
Keep waiting for you

So waiting's what I'll do

Maybe
You got caught up with
Trying to be
A part of your everyday
And that's how it must stay

When he holds onto you
Does he hold you tight
I cut from that blade
To suffer at night
The turn of the leaf
The moment that's gone
For searching for right
When nothing was wrong
We counted the nights
As they turned to blue
You want me to wait
Keep waiting for you

So waiting's what I'll do

Do-o-o
Do-o-o
Do-o-o

When he holds onto you
Does he hold you tight
I cut from that blade
To suffer at night
The turn of the leaf
The moment that's gone
For searching for right
When nothing was wrong
We counted the nights
As they turned to blue
You want me to wait
Keep waiting for you

And waiting's what I'll do