Song | Quiet Dawn |
Artist | Nostalgia 77 |
Album | Moreorless Jazz Six |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Your frame is a slender tree and hads two sprawling leaves | |
your mouth a quiet dawn | |
your hair waterfall your eyes stars | |
astral light slow | |
whispers of infinity that draw me | |
closer to your body night by night | |
and my love is a satellite | |
Spinning. | |
Spinning. | |
Your questions are impossible | |
galaxies and moonlight flow | |
angry tides and fallow lands | |
and our universe expands | |
your footprints are maps to me | |
under sunlight speckled woods | |
you feed me in the failing | |
light a simple meal of gravity | |
and my love is a satellite Spinning... | |
Spinning... | |
You reached into space for me | |
held my orbit evenly certain of infinity, | |
but moons and comets die eventually and when we go, | |
go in peace when our spirits | |
go free and world's only grey quiet dawn in galaxy and my love is a satellite Spinning... Spinning... Spinning... |
Your frame is a slender tree and hads two sprawling leaves | |
your mouth a quiet dawn | |
your hair waterfall your eyes stars | |
astral light slow | |
whispers of infinity that draw me | |
closer to your body night by night | |
and my love is a satellite | |
Spinning. | |
Spinning. | |
Your questions are impossible | |
galaxies and moonlight flow | |
angry tides and fallow lands | |
and our universe expands | |
your footprints are maps to me | |
under sunlight speckled woods | |
you feed me in the failing | |
light a simple meal of gravity | |
and my love is a satellite Spinning... | |
Spinning... | |
You reached into space for me | |
held my orbit evenly certain of infinity, | |
but moons and comets die eventually and when we go, | |
go in peace when our spirits | |
go free and world' s only grey quiet dawn in galaxy and my love is a satellite Spinning... Spinning... Spinning... |
Your frame is a slender tree and hads two sprawling leaves | |
your mouth a quiet dawn | |
your hair waterfall your eyes stars | |
astral light slow | |
whispers of infinity that draw me | |
closer to your body night by night | |
and my love is a satellite | |
Spinning. | |
Spinning. | |
Your questions are impossible | |
galaxies and moonlight flow | |
angry tides and fallow lands | |
and our universe expands | |
your footprints are maps to me | |
under sunlight speckled woods | |
you feed me in the failing | |
light a simple meal of gravity | |
and my love is a satellite Spinning... | |
Spinning... | |
You reached into space for me | |
held my orbit evenly certain of infinity, | |
but moons and comets die eventually and when we go, | |
go in peace when our spirits | |
go free and world' s only grey quiet dawn in galaxy and my love is a satellite Spinning... Spinning... Spinning... |