Sunglasses
You're like my favorite pair of sunglasses
I wore you out during Summer classes
Someone pulled you off my face
And put them on they must have gotten misplaced
I ran and rode
I hunted far
From coast to coast
To found out where you are
I got back home
I scored a job
I lined my pockets
The search was back on
I placed some calls
And worked online
Swear it never felt
Like a waste of time
When I close my eyes
Or weather does that thing
When you suddenly remember everything, and you
I've got it all figured out right?
Look at what I left behind
Nothing at all
A story
A bad taste in my mouth from this morning
It is irrelevant to the lifestyle
That you've taken up, and it lacks the sparkle
I can't feel that drive
I've lost that yearn
Don't know if it'll come back
So now's your turn
I guess there is a point
I've found the cure
Saw the real perspective
I'm amateur, and you
(Once again) you've got it all figured out right?
Look at what you left behind
There's a million grays between your black and white
If you don't see a bit more color than you'll never make it out alive
And I'll never stop trying please there's no need to cry
I'm sure you'll get it after the forty seventh try
I wore you out during Summer classes
Someone pulled you off my face
And put them on they must have gotten misplaced
I ran and rode
I hunted far
From coast to coast
To found out where you are
I got back home
I scored a job
I lined my pockets
The search was back on
I placed some calls
And worked online
Swear it never felt
Like a waste of time
When I close my eyes
Or weather does that thing
When you suddenly remember everything, and you
I've got it all figured out right?
Look at what I left behind
Nothing at all
A story
A bad taste in my mouth from this morning
It is irrelevant to the lifestyle
That you've taken up, and it lacks the sparkle
I can't feel that drive
I've lost that yearn
Don't know if it'll come back
So now's your turn
I guess there is a point
I've found the cure
Saw the real perspective
I'm amateur, and you
(Once again) you've got it all figured out right?
Look at what you left behind
There's a million grays between your black and white
If you don't see a bit more color than you'll never make it out alive
And I'll never stop trying please there's no need to cry
I'm sure you'll get it after the forty seventh try
Credits
Writer(s): Lindsey Yoneda, Sean Elfers
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.