Vividly
There's sorrow in this city, the clouds are hanging low
And nobody's waiting with me at the corner of the road
So I count up all the cars that pass, multiplied by three
And if my lucky number comes at last I'll know you must be reaching out to me
Reaching out to me
Reaching out to see if I remember everything vividly
So many secrets we didn't need to know
Some nights I couldn't tell your skin from my own
And I'm not saying we were special
I know all things come and go
But you'd come over in the mornings, rest your head on my soul
I never did take photographs, I trusted memory
And I never wrote the names down of the songs you used to sing
I keep on whistling the remnants of a haunted melody
And if I ever get the words right then I'll look it up
And listen on repeat
Listen on repeat till it brings you back to me, vividly
So many secrets we didn't need to know
Some nights I couldn't tell your skin from my own
And I'm not saying we were special
I know all things come and go
But you'd come over in the mornings, rest your head on my soul
So many secrets we didn't need to know
And I kept mistaking your skin for my bones
And I'm not saying we were special
I can't say I wasn't told
But you'd come over in the mornings, rest your head on my soul
And nobody's waiting with me at the corner of the road
So I count up all the cars that pass, multiplied by three
And if my lucky number comes at last I'll know you must be reaching out to me
Reaching out to me
Reaching out to see if I remember everything vividly
So many secrets we didn't need to know
Some nights I couldn't tell your skin from my own
And I'm not saying we were special
I know all things come and go
But you'd come over in the mornings, rest your head on my soul
I never did take photographs, I trusted memory
And I never wrote the names down of the songs you used to sing
I keep on whistling the remnants of a haunted melody
And if I ever get the words right then I'll look it up
And listen on repeat
Listen on repeat till it brings you back to me, vividly
So many secrets we didn't need to know
Some nights I couldn't tell your skin from my own
And I'm not saying we were special
I know all things come and go
But you'd come over in the mornings, rest your head on my soul
So many secrets we didn't need to know
And I kept mistaking your skin for my bones
And I'm not saying we were special
I can't say I wasn't told
But you'd come over in the mornings, rest your head on my soul
Credits
Writer(s): Devon Halliday
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