Outside My Head - Live from Atlanta
Well the night was cool and the air was sweet
I could see the moon on the top of her feet
The people there were getting down and free
Just then I heard a voice that said
Maybe you should put that charm to bed
Give them lungs a healthy dose of breath
Then the world started spinning
And everyone with it
Oh, I feel it out, feel it up, feel it in
And I fell to the outside of my head, oh
To the outside of my head
When the lights went down our eyes lit up
Wе were slow humming through the еasy stuff
Like where you're from and how you came to be
Then came a lovely sort of family tune
The kind both of us could get dancing to
She helped me stand and that's enough for me
Now every single thing I've missed
Has lead me straight to this
Oh, I feel it out, feel it up, feel it
And I fell to the outside of my head oh
To the outside of my head
Oh no, here comes the flood
Get in my head, sticking me up
Coming 'round like it always does
Standing, looking at us
Outside and into the land
Over the hills and onto the sand
Here comes another ride, another try
And all the world and its minutes are for everybody in it
Oh, I feel it out, feel it up, feel it in
And I fell to the outside of my head, oh
To the outside of my head
I could see the moon on the top of her feet
The people there were getting down and free
Just then I heard a voice that said
Maybe you should put that charm to bed
Give them lungs a healthy dose of breath
Then the world started spinning
And everyone with it
Oh, I feel it out, feel it up, feel it in
And I fell to the outside of my head, oh
To the outside of my head
When the lights went down our eyes lit up
Wе were slow humming through the еasy stuff
Like where you're from and how you came to be
Then came a lovely sort of family tune
The kind both of us could get dancing to
She helped me stand and that's enough for me
Now every single thing I've missed
Has lead me straight to this
Oh, I feel it out, feel it up, feel it
And I fell to the outside of my head oh
To the outside of my head
Oh no, here comes the flood
Get in my head, sticking me up
Coming 'round like it always does
Standing, looking at us
Outside and into the land
Over the hills and onto the sand
Here comes another ride, another try
And all the world and its minutes are for everybody in it
Oh, I feel it out, feel it up, feel it in
And I fell to the outside of my head, oh
To the outside of my head
Credits
Writer(s): Chad E Copelin, Colton Dearing, James Mcalister, Justin Wayne Kila, Tyler Wimpee, Max Helmerich
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