Song | After The Storm |
Artist | Shovels & Rope |
Album | Swimmin' Time |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Said I thought it would be colder | |
You put your head upon my shoulder | |
Ain’t it funny | |
How time just seems to run | |
What the hell have you been doin | |
Not too sure, guess mostly movin | |
I’ve been spinnin for so long | |
Now I guess I’m spun | |
Like the widest river | |
Like the brightest morn | |
There is hope where you can’t see it | |
There is a light after the storm | |
But won’t you help me to get through it | |
I’ve been flailing like a child | |
My mistakes, they are so many | |
For my lovin heart is wild | |
Not quite old | |
But far from young | |
Body bold(?) | |
With a youthful tongue | |
Like a kiss held out of context | |
I can’t separate my mind | |
We can set this boat on fire | |
We can leave it all behind | |
Like the widest river | |
Like the brightest morn | |
There is hope just up ahead | |
There is a shelter safe and warm | |
But won’t you help me to get to it | |
I’ve been selfish | |
I have lied | |
My mistakes they are so many | |
For my ruthless is wild | |
Like the winds that shield the plains | |
And cut you down to size | |
None but the dust and seed remain | |
They root themselves and rise | |
Like the widest river | |
Like the brightest morn | |
There is hope where you can’t see it | |
There is a light after the storm | |
But won’t you help me to get through it | |
I’ve been flailing like a child | |
My mistakes they are so many | |
For my weary heart is wild |
Said I thought it would be colder | |
You put your head upon my shoulder | |
Ain' t it funny | |
How time just seems to run | |
What the hell have you been doin | |
Not too sure, guess mostly movin | |
I' ve been spinnin for so long | |
Now I guess I' m spun | |
Like the widest river | |
Like the brightest morn | |
There is hope where you can' t see it | |
There is a light after the storm | |
But won' t you help me to get through it | |
I' ve been flailing like a child | |
My mistakes, they are so many | |
For my lovin heart is wild | |
Not quite old | |
But far from young | |
Body bold? | |
With a youthful tongue | |
Like a kiss held out of context | |
I can' t separate my mind | |
We can set this boat on fire | |
We can leave it all behind | |
Like the widest river | |
Like the brightest morn | |
There is hope just up ahead | |
There is a shelter safe and warm | |
But won' t you help me to get to it | |
I' ve been selfish | |
I have lied | |
My mistakes they are so many | |
For my ruthless is wild | |
Like the winds that shield the plains | |
And cut you down to size | |
None but the dust and seed remain | |
They root themselves and rise | |
Like the widest river | |
Like the brightest morn | |
There is hope where you can' t see it | |
There is a light after the storm | |
But won' t you help me to get through it | |
I' ve been flailing like a child | |
My mistakes they are so many | |
For my weary heart is wild |
Said I thought it would be colder | |
You put your head upon my shoulder | |
Ain' t it funny | |
How time just seems to run | |
What the hell have you been doin | |
Not too sure, guess mostly movin | |
I' ve been spinnin for so long | |
Now I guess I' m spun | |
Like the widest river | |
Like the brightest morn | |
There is hope where you can' t see it | |
There is a light after the storm | |
But won' t you help me to get through it | |
I' ve been flailing like a child | |
My mistakes, they are so many | |
For my lovin heart is wild | |
Not quite old | |
But far from young | |
Body bold? | |
With a youthful tongue | |
Like a kiss held out of context | |
I can' t separate my mind | |
We can set this boat on fire | |
We can leave it all behind | |
Like the widest river | |
Like the brightest morn | |
There is hope just up ahead | |
There is a shelter safe and warm | |
But won' t you help me to get to it | |
I' ve been selfish | |
I have lied | |
My mistakes they are so many | |
For my ruthless is wild | |
Like the winds that shield the plains | |
And cut you down to size | |
None but the dust and seed remain | |
They root themselves and rise | |
Like the widest river | |
Like the brightest morn | |
There is hope where you can' t see it | |
There is a light after the storm | |
But won' t you help me to get through it | |
I' ve been flailing like a child | |
My mistakes they are so many | |
For my weary heart is wild |