First Impression Songtext
von DeYarmond Edison

I′ve been feeling your hold
For a week or so
The impression shows

And I know I've been
In the arms of kin
My old strength is my new friend
My direction
My reverence

There′s a train in my heart
That doesn't seem to start
Unless you're lying next to me


When I go to bed
I lay down my wishful head
I′ll be hearing what you said
Echoing
Relaying
My heart has been tearing
From there to here, my dear

I′ve got a baseball mitt
Made of leather and my spit
For catching sky bits that have slipped
I call it sensation
You call it revelation

I've been feeling your hold
For a week or so
The impression shows