Sunbeams
Sunbeams on my face
Streamline the wavelengths of better days
(Better days)
Sunbeams on my face
Streamline the wavelengths of better days
(Better days)
Out of our control
As it's uncontrollable
What's so wrong with that
To detach
How were we to know
We fabricate the mind
In present moments spark the sage
Elevate
I still search for great whites in
Lanes of shallow swimming pools
Wade outside the shadow's shade
Infuse a groove, improve the mood
Couldn't handle standing still
Accepted all trajectories
Darkness has its volume
But in the end it's light that speaks
Sunbeams on my face
Streamline the wavelengths of better days
(Better days)
Sunbeams on my face
Streamline the wavelengths of better days
(Better days)
Pearl and tangerine barrels we used to weave between carelessly
Bon Iver echoed in a sea of trees where we would swing in peace
When samara wings spiraled downwardly
Ripped from fibonacci's dreams
Currents of the summer breeze
Brushed against my nostrils
Sneezed reefer on the scoundrels in my company
Chuckling, all of that was love to me abundantly
I never seemed further from 100 feet
Underneath earth with centipedes
Everything was good to me
Two hawks
Swirl above a parking lot
I gawk, slack jawed, stunned in awe like the mice they caught
I jot
My thoughts
Down on the parchment my mother bought
No longer lost (No longer lost)
Streamline the wavelengths of better days
(Better days)
Sunbeams on my face
Streamline the wavelengths of better days
(Better days)
Out of our control
As it's uncontrollable
What's so wrong with that
To detach
How were we to know
We fabricate the mind
In present moments spark the sage
Elevate
I still search for great whites in
Lanes of shallow swimming pools
Wade outside the shadow's shade
Infuse a groove, improve the mood
Couldn't handle standing still
Accepted all trajectories
Darkness has its volume
But in the end it's light that speaks
Sunbeams on my face
Streamline the wavelengths of better days
(Better days)
Sunbeams on my face
Streamline the wavelengths of better days
(Better days)
Pearl and tangerine barrels we used to weave between carelessly
Bon Iver echoed in a sea of trees where we would swing in peace
When samara wings spiraled downwardly
Ripped from fibonacci's dreams
Currents of the summer breeze
Brushed against my nostrils
Sneezed reefer on the scoundrels in my company
Chuckling, all of that was love to me abundantly
I never seemed further from 100 feet
Underneath earth with centipedes
Everything was good to me
Two hawks
Swirl above a parking lot
I gawk, slack jawed, stunned in awe like the mice they caught
I jot
My thoughts
Down on the parchment my mother bought
No longer lost (No longer lost)
Credits
Writer(s): Liam Rogers
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