Song in an Hour
If I had to write a song in an hour
Would I be able to sing the story of us
Here are the sweet smelling flowers
I pulled them from our garden, I hope that's ok
How could I describe our love in a minute or two
Like the picking of flowers on a warm summer afternoon
Dancing through open fields as the rain falls down
Or the smell of grass clippings as we lay on the ground
These are the things I do that remind me of you
If I had to write a song in an hour
Could I paint all the colours of our love
I've finally found someone worth singing about
Got my laptop in front of me but none of the words will fall out
How could I describe our love in a minute or two
Like the picking of flowers on a warm summer afternoon
Dancing through open fields as the rain falls down
Or the smell of grass clippings as we lay on the ground
These are the things I do that remind me of you
And I tried to tell myself we could just turn this around
And you still gave me everything, knowing it wouldn't work out
I'll miss getting high with you
And wasting my time with you
I'd honestly do it again
I'm honestly scared I'll forget
So how could I describe our love in a minute or two
Cause that's all of the time that I've got left with you
Now that the hour is up what am I to do
With a half written song and no one to sing it to
Would I be able to sing the story of us
Here are the sweet smelling flowers
I pulled them from our garden, I hope that's ok
How could I describe our love in a minute or two
Like the picking of flowers on a warm summer afternoon
Dancing through open fields as the rain falls down
Or the smell of grass clippings as we lay on the ground
These are the things I do that remind me of you
If I had to write a song in an hour
Could I paint all the colours of our love
I've finally found someone worth singing about
Got my laptop in front of me but none of the words will fall out
How could I describe our love in a minute or two
Like the picking of flowers on a warm summer afternoon
Dancing through open fields as the rain falls down
Or the smell of grass clippings as we lay on the ground
These are the things I do that remind me of you
And I tried to tell myself we could just turn this around
And you still gave me everything, knowing it wouldn't work out
I'll miss getting high with you
And wasting my time with you
I'd honestly do it again
I'm honestly scared I'll forget
So how could I describe our love in a minute or two
Cause that's all of the time that I've got left with you
Now that the hour is up what am I to do
With a half written song and no one to sing it to
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Writer(s): Bailey Pickles, Keith Jeffery, Rory Grounds
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