Old Telephone

Seas of green through peaks and steams
Runs parallel through my own gleams
Vibrant skies on fragile nights
These sights unending through the fright
Its gripped in the motions
Intertwined with commotion
Stained in steaks of clouds that rain down on yourself
Throughout
The glee
The sun will set on me

Oh your glory will unfold
In crashings of the waves
Will wash shadows the dry
We'll wade into the sky
I see it in reflections
The wrath of fate and conversations
Signs burned deep into the beauty
Of worries falling further down the hole

Oh my days goes fast away
Fall off my feet in fall to trees

I see the sun shine down on me
I see the sun shine down on me

Run outside your door
See it in on the floor
Move on past the gates
Sing a new song
And come back come back another day
Memories tied to another way
I know my time is short
So I will walk in peace until I go

When the first of spring rolls by
I will be insight, I will be delight
When the first of spring rolls by
I will be insight, I will be delight



Credits
Writer(s): Alexis J Jimenez, Domenic Emmanuel Spino, Kaitlyn Alaire Freed, Brendan James Collins, Nicholas R Placek
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