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They were a painting, developing over time
Every passing day, new colours would appear
And miraculously, every memory I made with them
Would turn up there on the canvas, so clear.
Look out your window, at the passing skies
Choosing perfect tracks to follow us on the train
And we love it, cos it puts real life in montage
Like the movies only enhanced by the rain
Smell the smells
See the sights
Taste the tastes
Fight the fights
Feel the feelings
Breathe the breaths
Think the thoughts
Die the deaths
Building rooms on top of each other
Scattering your bag of tiny bread crumbs
And hoping that somewhere in the process
You realise where you should have started from
Now close your eyes, and find your way back home
A familiar place from another point of view
The direction that you set your feet upon the ground
Is the difference of a lie and what’s not true
Smell the smells
See the sights
Taste the tastes
Fight the fights
Feel the feelings
Breathe the breaths
Think the thoughts
Die the deaths
They were a painting, completed years ago
Every time I look, I notice more and more
And the lessons of the life I had lived myself
Were reflected in the details that I saw
Smell the smells
See the sights
Taste the tastes
Fight the fights
Feel the feelings
Breathe the breaths
Think the thoughts
Die the deaths
And don’t understand the song while you sing it,
Don't appreciate the dream while you are in it.
You can just sit and grow your bubblegum beard,
While the world passes by
But if you make a few good friends along the way,
That’d be a good use of your time.
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what's happening.,
released March 23, 2019
Vocals, Bass, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Piano, Synthesiser - Sean Sully
Drums - James Wingard
Vocals - The Creatures of the Deep Choir
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