Song | Celebrate |
Artist | Dark Dark Dark |
Album | Wild Go |
Tell me what you celebrate | |
It isn’t hard to do | |
Do you love me? | |
Do you love that paint? | |
Exposing the brick | |
They’re crumbling a bit | |
Do you love the bees | |
Fly over our heads | |
Race into the woods | |
Make honey so sweet | |
Do you love me | |
Do you love the breeze | |
When you stand on the deck | |
Of a boat on the sea | |
Or when it comes through | |
An open window | |
Of a high ceiling room | |
On the eleventh floor | |
Do you love stories | |
Of that stream you found | |
You followed the path | |
Burns under your feet | |
The trees they parted | |
And you stumbled upon | |
The coolest trail | |
Your skin heads north | |
And tell me what you celebrate | |
It isn’t hard to do | |
Do you love me | |
A walk on the street | |
Oh lavender | |
The scent fills the air | |
Oh remember | |
The hand sewn quilt | |
We laid on it there | |
We laid on it there |
Tell me what you celebrate | |
It isn' t hard to do | |
Do you love me? | |
Do you love that paint? | |
Exposing the brick | |
They' re crumbling a bit | |
Do you love the bees | |
Fly over our heads | |
Race into the woods | |
Make honey so sweet | |
Do you love me | |
Do you love the breeze | |
When you stand on the deck | |
Of a boat on the sea | |
Or when it comes through | |
An open window | |
Of a high ceiling room | |
On the eleventh floor | |
Do you love stories | |
Of that stream you found | |
You followed the path | |
Burns under your feet | |
The trees they parted | |
And you stumbled upon | |
The coolest trail | |
Your skin heads north | |
And tell me what you celebrate | |
It isn' t hard to do | |
Do you love me | |
A walk on the street | |
Oh lavender | |
The scent fills the air | |
Oh remember | |
The hand sewn quilt | |
We laid on it there | |
We laid on it there |