Song | Waterlogged |
Artist | Brooke Waggoner |
Album | Originator |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
In the morning there’s a victory, | |
For I claimed another night. | |
It’s just one more notch I carve into my belt, | |
See the roses climb my window | |
And it sweeps me off my feet, | |
What a perfect sight to call my very own | |
But I love my life, yea I love my time. | |
And the stillness of this sickness | |
Yea, it sinks inside my bones. | |
Underneath my clothes it nags, it won’t let go. | |
In the fibers of my body, | |
They are tired and they are worn, | |
So they nourish in the coolness of the day. | |
But I love my life, yea I love my time. | |
I love my life. Oh, I love my time. |
In the morning there' s a victory, | |
For I claimed another night. | |
It' s just one more notch I carve into my belt, | |
See the roses climb my window | |
And it sweeps me off my feet, | |
What a perfect sight to call my very own | |
But I love my life, yea I love my time. | |
And the stillness of this sickness | |
Yea, it sinks inside my bones. | |
Underneath my clothes it nags, it won' t let go. | |
In the fibers of my body, | |
They are tired and they are worn, | |
So they nourish in the coolness of the day. | |
But I love my life, yea I love my time. | |
I love my life. Oh, I love my time. |
In the morning there' s a victory, | |
For I claimed another night. | |
It' s just one more notch I carve into my belt, | |
See the roses climb my window | |
And it sweeps me off my feet, | |
What a perfect sight to call my very own | |
But I love my life, yea I love my time. | |
And the stillness of this sickness | |
Yea, it sinks inside my bones. | |
Underneath my clothes it nags, it won' t let go. | |
In the fibers of my body, | |
They are tired and they are worn, | |
So they nourish in the coolness of the day. | |
But I love my life, yea I love my time. | |
I love my life. Oh, I love my time. |