Song | Sydney |
Artist | Mara Threat |
Album | Romantic Things |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I want to write a love song to a city I barely know | |
But how do you sell yourself to houses and roads? | |
I’m trying to find the right words so that I can paint the air | |
Or the colours to describe the smell of summer rain in my hair | |
But I’ll never get the chance to say, just how much I care. | |
Have you ever felt the feeling when your bare feet touch the grass? | |
This sort of energy comes flowing through the earth | |
And it’s a magical emotion, feeling present in this life | |
And choosing experiences over hurt | |
And I hope that you realise, what it’s worth | |
Because the days are long, the nights are barely cold | |
And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul | |
On these busy streets I’ve made my home, I’ve made my home | |
So how’s about that love to a song to a city I will never know | |
This year has proved that difficulties come and they do go | |
But I still can find some solace, in a walk along the riverside at night | |
And in the pockets of the gardens where I sat and cried | |
Lord knows I tried | |
But here the days are long, the nights are barely cold | |
And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul | |
On these busy streets I’ve made my home, I’ve made my home | |
I hope that you realise, I hope that you realise | |
I hope that you realise, what it’s worth | |
Cos here the days are long, the nights are barely cold | |
And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul | |
On these busy streets I’ve made my home, I’ve made my home |
I want to write a love song to a city I barely know | |
But how do you sell yourself to houses and roads? | |
I' m trying to find the right words so that I can paint the air | |
Or the colours to describe the smell of summer rain in my hair | |
But I' ll never get the chance to say, just how much I care. | |
Have you ever felt the feeling when your bare feet touch the grass? | |
This sort of energy comes flowing through the earth | |
And it' s a magical emotion, feeling present in this life | |
And choosing experiences over hurt | |
And I hope that you realise, what it' s worth | |
Because the days are long, the nights are barely cold | |
And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul | |
On these busy streets I' ve made my home, I' ve made my home | |
So how' s about that love to a song to a city I will never know | |
This year has proved that difficulties come and they do go | |
But I still can find some solace, in a walk along the riverside at night | |
And in the pockets of the gardens where I sat and cried | |
Lord knows I tried | |
But here the days are long, the nights are barely cold | |
And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul | |
On these busy streets I' ve made my home, I' ve made my home | |
I hope that you realise, I hope that you realise | |
I hope that you realise, what it' s worth | |
Cos here the days are long, the nights are barely cold | |
And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul | |
On these busy streets I' ve made my home, I' ve made my home |
I want to write a love song to a city I barely know | |
But how do you sell yourself to houses and roads? | |
I' m trying to find the right words so that I can paint the air | |
Or the colours to describe the smell of summer rain in my hair | |
But I' ll never get the chance to say, just how much I care. | |
Have you ever felt the feeling when your bare feet touch the grass? | |
This sort of energy comes flowing through the earth | |
And it' s a magical emotion, feeling present in this life | |
And choosing experiences over hurt | |
And I hope that you realise, what it' s worth | |
Because the days are long, the nights are barely cold | |
And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul | |
On these busy streets I' ve made my home, I' ve made my home | |
So how' s about that love to a song to a city I will never know | |
This year has proved that difficulties come and they do go | |
But I still can find some solace, in a walk along the riverside at night | |
And in the pockets of the gardens where I sat and cried | |
Lord knows I tried | |
But here the days are long, the nights are barely cold | |
And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul | |
On these busy streets I' ve made my home, I' ve made my home | |
I hope that you realise, I hope that you realise | |
I hope that you realise, what it' s worth | |
Cos here the days are long, the nights are barely cold | |
And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul | |
On these busy streets I' ve made my home, I' ve made my home |