Loophole
Who do you want to be near you
When the ball drops
When the world stops cold and you're left with what you hold
And you've got something, only something
And everyone sees you but you don't see them anymore
Is it still worthwhile being honest
About your feelings and what you don't feel
'Cause you've got some time and it's not promised
But I promise you that when you can't see me anymore
I'm in the music, it was all a prelude
I'm in the music, it was all a prelude
And we're always caught in a riddle
Spending hours in the middle
Burning out the day, but it's not for what we say
It's how we're golden, and you're so emboldened
Breathing in me while I am breathing you
And is the time and place always random
Each moment for ransom?
Where we are now, bearing in the window
And it's magic, is it a loophole
That when there's nothing left but time
I'm in the music (on the tip of your tongue, at the first sip of sun)
It was all a prelude (in the earth that your fingers grip)
I'm in the music (on the tip of your tongue, at the first sip of sun)
It was all a prelude (in the earth that your fingers grip)
I'm in the music
I'm in the music, it was all a prelude
I'm in the music, it was all a prelude
When the ball drops
When the world stops cold and you're left with what you hold
And you've got something, only something
And everyone sees you but you don't see them anymore
Is it still worthwhile being honest
About your feelings and what you don't feel
'Cause you've got some time and it's not promised
But I promise you that when you can't see me anymore
I'm in the music, it was all a prelude
I'm in the music, it was all a prelude
And we're always caught in a riddle
Spending hours in the middle
Burning out the day, but it's not for what we say
It's how we're golden, and you're so emboldened
Breathing in me while I am breathing you
And is the time and place always random
Each moment for ransom?
Where we are now, bearing in the window
And it's magic, is it a loophole
That when there's nothing left but time
I'm in the music (on the tip of your tongue, at the first sip of sun)
It was all a prelude (in the earth that your fingers grip)
I'm in the music (on the tip of your tongue, at the first sip of sun)
It was all a prelude (in the earth that your fingers grip)
I'm in the music
I'm in the music, it was all a prelude
I'm in the music, it was all a prelude
Credits
Writer(s): Tariq Shihadah
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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