Nearly Daffodils
Mostly it feels like a waste
So much laughter un-canned
I'd forgotten the taste, don't make me go back
All the plans we tiptoed around
In quiet hours, daffodil buds
There is a reason the first nine months doesn't count
Nearly
(Presque, wait, no) daffodils
Nearly
(Presque, wait, no) daffodils
(Daffodils)
Sometimes it tears like a freight train through a christening
Displacing the new growth, and making everything ugly
Sometimes I wanna make a home on it
To look between the wheels that I'm scared of being under
I've started whistling in the mornings
I like to hear the birds sing
Nearly
(Presque, wait, no) daffodils
Nearly
(Presque, wait, no) daffodils
(Daffodils) ey!
Last night I dreamt that we lasted all the way 'til spring
But now the fields are full of red and blue with nothing in between
You can lead water to the daffodils
Mostly it feels like a waste
So much laughter un-canned
I'd forgotten the taste, don't make me-
Nearly
(Presque, wait, no) daffodils
Nearly
(Presque, wait, no) daffodils
(Daffodils)
Last night I dreamt that we lasted all the way 'til spring
But now the fields are full of red and blue with nothing in between
You can lead water to the daffodils
But you can't make them drink
So much laughter un-canned
I'd forgotten the taste, don't make me go back
All the plans we tiptoed around
In quiet hours, daffodil buds
There is a reason the first nine months doesn't count
Nearly
(Presque, wait, no) daffodils
Nearly
(Presque, wait, no) daffodils
(Daffodils)
Sometimes it tears like a freight train through a christening
Displacing the new growth, and making everything ugly
Sometimes I wanna make a home on it
To look between the wheels that I'm scared of being under
I've started whistling in the mornings
I like to hear the birds sing
Nearly
(Presque, wait, no) daffodils
Nearly
(Presque, wait, no) daffodils
(Daffodils) ey!
Last night I dreamt that we lasted all the way 'til spring
But now the fields are full of red and blue with nothing in between
You can lead water to the daffodils
Mostly it feels like a waste
So much laughter un-canned
I'd forgotten the taste, don't make me-
Nearly
(Presque, wait, no) daffodils
Nearly
(Presque, wait, no) daffodils
(Daffodils)
Last night I dreamt that we lasted all the way 'til spring
But now the fields are full of red and blue with nothing in between
You can lead water to the daffodils
But you can't make them drink
Credits
Writer(s): Lewis Whiting, Lilly Fontaine, Nicholas Eden, Douglas Frost
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