Slow Correction
I'll admit it
I came here looking for a miracle
I heard the engine breaking down
And I felt the brakes go
Maybe that's what happens
At a certain point in time
The contrast starts to ease back
'Til the lyric doesn't rhyme
My mind plays tricks on me
I see it now
I could've sworn I had felt all I would feel
But I'm not holding for a hiding place
Just a slow correction of the wheel
And all I see now
Is a stranger in your place
Who caught you with your guard down
And couldn't hesitate
But maybe that's what happens
Every now and then
The colors get so washed out
That the story doesn't end
So life played a trick on you
I see it now
Trying every chance to tell you how to feel but
Maybe all it takes to find your way
Is a slow correction of the wheel
Still there's a feeling that I get
That I just can't figure out, when I
Open up my mouth, why I can't ever make a sound, and I'm
Headed for the shoulder with the tires spinning out
And the music's making more sense
Than the words I've written down
But still on the darkest days
I see it now
That there's just no telling what ain't real
But maybe all that matters anyway
Is a slow correction of the wheel
Maybe all that matters anyway
Is a slow correction of the wheel
I came here looking for a miracle
I heard the engine breaking down
And I felt the brakes go
Maybe that's what happens
At a certain point in time
The contrast starts to ease back
'Til the lyric doesn't rhyme
My mind plays tricks on me
I see it now
I could've sworn I had felt all I would feel
But I'm not holding for a hiding place
Just a slow correction of the wheel
And all I see now
Is a stranger in your place
Who caught you with your guard down
And couldn't hesitate
But maybe that's what happens
Every now and then
The colors get so washed out
That the story doesn't end
So life played a trick on you
I see it now
Trying every chance to tell you how to feel but
Maybe all it takes to find your way
Is a slow correction of the wheel
Still there's a feeling that I get
That I just can't figure out, when I
Open up my mouth, why I can't ever make a sound, and I'm
Headed for the shoulder with the tires spinning out
And the music's making more sense
Than the words I've written down
But still on the darkest days
I see it now
That there's just no telling what ain't real
But maybe all that matters anyway
Is a slow correction of the wheel
Maybe all that matters anyway
Is a slow correction of the wheel
Credits
Writer(s): Fogale Luca
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