Sounds To Notes

These nights, in moments before I sleep are like a turning fan
Momentarily gracing me with its breeze while it can
And I don't want to be the one to tell you that
All these clouds in your head are nothing but air
And when you tell the world your stories
It will hear, it will listen
And it will pretend, but it won't care

And we're just kids, and we don't know any better
Each day a love letter, another adventure the fuel
For our future anecdotes
I used to count down the years of my prime
Now I only want to go back to that simpler time
The time that I couldn't hear the sounds for notes
Couldn't hear the sounds for notes
Couldn't hear the sounds for notes

When we were kids, we didn't know any better
Only ones who remember all the things we regret
And the ones we pushed away
I used to count down the years of my prime
Now I only want all the words to rhyme
Or maybe I'm hearing the sounds for notes



Credits
Writer(s): Blake Fitzgerald, Bryn Bradshaw, Bryn Thomas Bradshaw
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