Slow Motion Songtext
von PHOX
Slow Motion Songtext
Everything I do, I do in slow motion
I don′t know what to say
Everywhere I fall, don't know name or location
Baby, I′ll just find my way, I'll find it
Years ago now, I couldn't hold my eyes to the stars
Burdened by how they slept so far away
I see now this is better in so many ways
All that glitter is fire, burns the skin and leaves you with haste
Everything I do, I do in slow motion
I don′t know what to say
Everywhere I fall, don′t know name or location
Baby, I'll just find my way, I′ll find it
Heavy is my sleeping, terror is my dreaming
While you are pretty through the night
And you may taste the salt that rolls off my cheekbone
But you don't know why I cry
Over mulled wine, all the tact fell through the floor
Tripping over fine lines and you
If I stay here, well, I′ll have some explaining for you
Sins are in the mind, where there's things that I ought to do
Everything I do, I do in slow motion
I don′t know what to say
And everywhere I fall, don't know name or location
Baby, I'll just find my way, I′ll find it
Heavy is my sleeping, terror is my dreaming
While you′re pretty through the night
And you may taste the salt that rolls off my cheekbone
But you don't know why I cry
I don′t know what to say
Everywhere I fall, don't know name or location
Baby, I′ll just find my way, I'll find it
Years ago now, I couldn't hold my eyes to the stars
Burdened by how they slept so far away
I see now this is better in so many ways
All that glitter is fire, burns the skin and leaves you with haste
Everything I do, I do in slow motion
I don′t know what to say
Everywhere I fall, don′t know name or location
Baby, I'll just find my way, I′ll find it
Heavy is my sleeping, terror is my dreaming
While you are pretty through the night
And you may taste the salt that rolls off my cheekbone
But you don't know why I cry
Over mulled wine, all the tact fell through the floor
Tripping over fine lines and you
If I stay here, well, I′ll have some explaining for you
Sins are in the mind, where there's things that I ought to do
Everything I do, I do in slow motion
I don′t know what to say
And everywhere I fall, don't know name or location
Baby, I'll just find my way, I′ll find it
Heavy is my sleeping, terror is my dreaming
While you′re pretty through the night
And you may taste the salt that rolls off my cheekbone
But you don't know why I cry
Writer(s): David Thomas Roberts, Jason Alan Krunnfusz, Zachary Alan Sonntag Johnston, Matthew Allen Roberts, Monica Hope Martin, Matthew Gerald Holmen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com