Talking Points - Last Licks - Single

Last Licks

Shape of a fallen night in the summer
The taste of a feeling barely remembered
And you walk a fragile line
In the shade of the changing times
So you fade from a place that feels like home
Like home

Trace of a midnight mile in the summer
The face of a feeling never surrendered
And you chase the fallen ties
And the haze of your starlit eyes
So you wait for a place that feels like home
Like home

So get your last licks
Don't slip
I know you're wishing we could slow things down
Can't teach an old dog
New tricks
Kinda wishing we could slow things down
Slow things down

Your patchwork plans, they're open-ended
Like a makeshift man, chasing figures
And you move so fast
Can't hold steady for long

Last licks
Don't Slip
Like tryna teach an old dog
New tricks
Wishing things went slow
Won't you just go slow
If things went slow
Wishing things went slow

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