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| [00:18.29] | You should go out, and I'll stay in – |
| [00:23.24] | My engagements are unrelenting |
| [00:32.72] | It feels as if my time's run out, |
| [00:36.64] | I think my clock dear, is just resetting |
| [00:43.22] | Oh, the winter it pulls me into its fire and I can't put out |
| [00:58.40] | The seasons change your eye color affecting how well you see me now |
| [01:06.60] | I'm no particular poet I just try to roll and figure out my line |
| [01:17.29] | But when the wind starts to pick up I'd really like your hopes with mine |
| [01:25.93] | Talk to me long |
| [01:52.55] | I'll pull you out like a ribbon and wrap you around the base of a mountain |
| [02:12.46] | The vessel that creeps round the globe round the sphere, |
| [02:25.22] | Is coming to see us the same time next year |
| [02:36.90] | So speak to me strong, I know that you're scared to |
| [02:49.79] | But you got to unfurl, cause I have you just where I want you |
| [03:01.10] | Laying on this strip of dry land, drawing all that lines your palm into the sand |
| [04:01.77] | The feathers you keep in a vase in my home have made me a bird that'll never grow old |
| [04:25.44] | Mix and match plumes for patchwork dove takes me off a-yearning for the age of my love |
| [04:45.91] | And time feels unsafe, like an egg in a rose |
| [04:57.81] | Just waiting in the center for it's petals to unclose |
| [05:09.03] | So, I'll collect my years and you collect your feathers |
| [05:22.91] | Many moons will only do us better |
| offset: 0 | |
| [00:18.29] | You should go out, and I' ll stay in |
| [00:23.24] | My engagements are unrelenting |
| [00:32.72] | It feels as if my time' s run out, |
| [00:36.64] | I think my clock dear, is just resetting |
| [00:43.22] | Oh, the winter it pulls me into its fire and I can' t put out |
| [00:58.40] | The seasons change your eye color affecting how well you see me now |
| [01:06.60] | I' m no particular poet I just try to roll and figure out my line |
| [01:17.29] | But when the wind starts to pick up I' d really like your hopes with mine |
| [01:25.93] | Talk to me long |
| [01:52.55] | I' ll pull you out like a ribbon and wrap you around the base of a mountain |
| [02:12.46] | The vessel that creeps round the globe round the sphere, |
| [02:25.22] | Is coming to see us the same time next year |
| [02:36.90] | So speak to me strong, I know that you' re scared to |
| [02:49.79] | But you got to unfurl, cause I have you just where I want you |
| [03:01.10] | Laying on this strip of dry land, drawing all that lines your palm into the sand |
| [04:01.77] | The feathers you keep in a vase in my home have made me a bird that' ll never grow old |
| [04:25.44] | Mix and match plumes for patchwork dove takes me off a-yearning for the age of my love |
| [04:45.91] | And time feels unsafe, like an egg in a rose |
| [04:57.81] | Just waiting in the center for it' s petals to unclose |
| [05:09.03] | So, I' ll collect my years and you collect your feathers |
| [05:22.91] | Many moons will only do us better |
| offset: 0 | |
| [00:18.29] | You should go out, and I' ll stay in |
| [00:23.24] | My engagements are unrelenting |
| [00:32.72] | It feels as if my time' s run out, |
| [00:36.64] | I think my clock dear, is just resetting |
| [00:43.22] | Oh, the winter it pulls me into its fire and I can' t put out |
| [00:58.40] | The seasons change your eye color affecting how well you see me now |
| [01:06.60] | I' m no particular poet I just try to roll and figure out my line |
| [01:17.29] | But when the wind starts to pick up I' d really like your hopes with mine |
| [01:25.93] | Talk to me long |
| [01:52.55] | I' ll pull you out like a ribbon and wrap you around the base of a mountain |
| [02:12.46] | The vessel that creeps round the globe round the sphere, |
| [02:25.22] | Is coming to see us the same time next year |
| [02:36.90] | So speak to me strong, I know that you' re scared to |
| [02:49.79] | But you got to unfurl, cause I have you just where I want you |
| [03:01.10] | Laying on this strip of dry land, drawing all that lines your palm into the sand |
| [04:01.77] | The feathers you keep in a vase in my home have made me a bird that' ll never grow old |
| [04:25.44] | Mix and match plumes for patchwork dove takes me off a-yearning for the age of my love |
| [04:45.91] | And time feels unsafe, like an egg in a rose |
| [04:57.81] | Just waiting in the center for it' s petals to unclose |
| [05:09.03] | So, I' ll collect my years and you collect your feathers |
| [05:22.91] | Many moons will only do us better |