Song | Dead & Born & Grown |
Artist | The Staves |
Album | Dead & Born & Grown |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Colours fade away | |
And things that were aren’t here today | |
But time, it doesn’t matter anymore | |
I'll meet you where we were before | |
And I’ll stay the same and stand here on my own | |
‘Til everything is dead and born and grown | |
Just go at your own pace | |
As you slip and tumble down from grace | |
We’re safe in one anothers’ company | |
I need you just as much as you need me | |
And I’ll stay the same and stand here on my own | |
‘Til everything is dead and born and grown | |
Pieces set to fall | |
Am I here at all? | |
As a little child may learn | |
To sit or stand or wait his turn | |
The things you know will slowly slip away | |
All we have is here and now, today | |
And I’ll stay the same and stand here on my own | |
‘Til everything is dead and born and grown | |
‘Til everything is dead and born and grown | |
Pieces set to fall | |
Am I here at all? | |
Pieces set in stone | |
Dead and born and grown |
Colours fade away | |
And things that were aren' t here today | |
But time, it doesn' t matter anymore | |
I' ll meet you where we were before | |
And I' ll stay the same and stand here on my own | |
' Til everything is dead and born and grown | |
Just go at your own pace | |
As you slip and tumble down from grace | |
We' re safe in one anothers' company | |
I need you just as much as you need me | |
And I' ll stay the same and stand here on my own | |
' Til everything is dead and born and grown | |
Pieces set to fall | |
Am I here at all? | |
As a little child may learn | |
To sit or stand or wait his turn | |
The things you know will slowly slip away | |
All we have is here and now, today | |
And I' ll stay the same and stand here on my own | |
' Til everything is dead and born and grown | |
' Til everything is dead and born and grown | |
Pieces set to fall | |
Am I here at all? | |
Pieces set in stone | |
Dead and born and grown |
Colours fade away | |
And things that were aren' t here today | |
But time, it doesn' t matter anymore | |
I' ll meet you where we were before | |
And I' ll stay the same and stand here on my own | |
' Til everything is dead and born and grown | |
Just go at your own pace | |
As you slip and tumble down from grace | |
We' re safe in one anothers' company | |
I need you just as much as you need me | |
And I' ll stay the same and stand here on my own | |
' Til everything is dead and born and grown | |
Pieces set to fall | |
Am I here at all? | |
As a little child may learn | |
To sit or stand or wait his turn | |
The things you know will slowly slip away | |
All we have is here and now, today | |
And I' ll stay the same and stand here on my own | |
' Til everything is dead and born and grown | |
' Til everything is dead and born and grown | |
Pieces set to fall | |
Am I here at all? | |
Pieces set in stone | |
Dead and born and grown |