Song | Bright & Early |
Artist | Sleeping at Last |
Album | Yearbook - November - EP |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:13.870] | Bright and early, |
[00:15.890] | Through the curtains, |
[00:20.340] | The sun comes pouring in. |
[00:26.110] | Filling glasses up with diamonds, |
[00:32.650] | Stirring where I’ve been |
[00:38.510] | But it’s all trigger and effect. |
[00:45.970] | Dominoes at their best. |
[00:53.590] | In the end I’m told |
[00:56.730] | It taught me everything I know. |
[01:06.700] | That the wreckage left behind, |
[01:11.440] | Will somehow make me grow. |
[01:18.590] | But why couldn’t I have been safe from the start? |
[01:25.360] | Soundly asleep. |
[01:31.750] | The warmth of blankets |
[01:34.420] | Makes me nervous. |
[01:37.590] | I’d rather catch a cold. |
[01:44.070] | Like sparks in matches, |
[01:47.180] | Blink, you’ll miss it, |
[01:49.700] | The future’s up in smoke. |
[01:56.500] | Though dust has settled, |
[01:59.960] | I still smell the ashes |
[02:03.540] | Buried in my clothes. |
[02:08.280] | It’s all trigger and effect, I know… |
[02:15.580] | Dominoes at their best. |
[02:23.050] | In the end I’m told |
[02:25.810] | It taught me everything I know. |
[02:35.610] | But when the fire took our home, |
[02:40.550] | I lost part of my soul. |
[02:47.860] | From the ground up |
[02:51.110] | I’ll keep building |
[02:55.390] | Houses into homes. |
[03:00.800] | if trust is ribbon, |
[03:04.510] | Then patience ties it |
[03:08.940] | In a perfect bow. |
[00:13.870] | Bright and early, |
[00:15.890] | Through the curtains, |
[00:20.340] | The sun comes pouring in. |
[00:26.110] | Filling glasses up with diamonds, |
[00:32.650] | Stirring where I' ve been |
[00:38.510] | But it' s all trigger and effect. |
[00:45.970] | Dominoes at their best. |
[00:53.590] | In the end I' m told |
[00:56.730] | It taught me everything I know. |
[01:06.700] | That the wreckage left behind, |
[01:11.440] | Will somehow make me grow. |
[01:18.590] | But why couldn' t I have been safe from the start? |
[01:25.360] | Soundly asleep. |
[01:31.750] | The warmth of blankets |
[01:34.420] | Makes me nervous. |
[01:37.590] | I' d rather catch a cold. |
[01:44.070] | Like sparks in matches, |
[01:47.180] | Blink, you' ll miss it, |
[01:49.700] | The future' s up in smoke. |
[01:56.500] | Though dust has settled, |
[01:59.960] | I still smell the ashes |
[02:03.540] | Buried in my clothes. |
[02:08.280] | It' s all trigger and effect, I know |
[02:15.580] | Dominoes at their best. |
[02:23.050] | In the end I' m told |
[02:25.810] | It taught me everything I know. |
[02:35.610] | But when the fire took our home, |
[02:40.550] | I lost part of my soul. |
[02:47.860] | From the ground up |
[02:51.110] | I' ll keep building |
[02:55.390] | Houses into homes. |
[03:00.800] | if trust is ribbon, |
[03:04.510] | Then patience ties it |
[03:08.940] | In a perfect bow. |
[00:13.870] | Bright and early, |
[00:15.890] | Through the curtains, |
[00:20.340] | The sun comes pouring in. |
[00:26.110] | Filling glasses up with diamonds, |
[00:32.650] | Stirring where I' ve been |
[00:38.510] | But it' s all trigger and effect. |
[00:45.970] | Dominoes at their best. |
[00:53.590] | In the end I' m told |
[00:56.730] | It taught me everything I know. |
[01:06.700] | That the wreckage left behind, |
[01:11.440] | Will somehow make me grow. |
[01:18.590] | But why couldn' t I have been safe from the start? |
[01:25.360] | Soundly asleep. |
[01:31.750] | The warmth of blankets |
[01:34.420] | Makes me nervous. |
[01:37.590] | I' d rather catch a cold. |
[01:44.070] | Like sparks in matches, |
[01:47.180] | Blink, you' ll miss it, |
[01:49.700] | The future' s up in smoke. |
[01:56.500] | Though dust has settled, |
[01:59.960] | I still smell the ashes |
[02:03.540] | Buried in my clothes. |
[02:08.280] | It' s all trigger and effect, I know |
[02:15.580] | Dominoes at their best. |
[02:23.050] | In the end I' m told |
[02:25.810] | It taught me everything I know. |
[02:35.610] | But when the fire took our home, |
[02:40.550] | I lost part of my soul. |
[02:47.860] | From the ground up |
[02:51.110] | I' ll keep building |
[02:55.390] | Houses into homes. |
[03:00.800] | if trust is ribbon, |
[03:04.510] | Then patience ties it |
[03:08.940] | In a perfect bow. |