everything is magical in slow motion the way you tilt your head under the sun and maybe it’s just yearning for a deep moment the heated kiss of heroes waking up
but no one ever told you it would be perfect and dreaming sometimes dresses like regret and better men have failed to get the light working they just stumbled in the dark for years i guess
and the slow motion color of the empty interstate, like the warm light of a lover when the day begins to break, on the bluest sunday morning that the angels ever made, before they flew away
and the LA wind is hardly even blowing you got the number dialed, but you don’t call you don’t believe your words are worth the motion you don’t believe your tears are worth the salt
but you better tell your loved ones that you love them says the man beside the fence down at the park and i drove across this country to the bottom it’s beautiful, but man it broke my heart
it’s getting late we probably should get going the dogs are glowing ghostly in the dusk another perfect stranger looking lonesome another moment slow and warm and hushed
and everything is magical in slow motion the way you tilt your cheek against the blade and maybe it’s just yearning for a true moment on the bluest morning angels ever madeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
