Slip and Squander Songtext
von Spafford
Slip and Squander Songtext
Truckers on the highway, I bet they dream of home
Children on the playground, I bet they feel alone
Thinking of everything, maybe even death
Redirect my focus on every little breath
A head full of music, but it all sounds the same
Nobody knows him, but he knows all their names
Say something once, never say it again
Say something kind, that′s when the soul strings start to bend
Down the steps
Down the hall
Out the door
Watch it leave
Hold my breath
While we lay on the floor
Ideas come out and ideas float away...
Been this way for years now, four years and some change
Grab a pretty dress. We'll head north and then head west
It′s time to dream now. Hope for nothing but the best
Either brilliant or completely insane
Laughter flows freely from this heart
Through
These
Veins
Your mind is running. It's running fast
Nothing here was really meant to last
Down the steps
Down the hall
Out the door
Watch it leave
Hold my breath
While we lay on the floor
Late night morning haze take my hand
Through the trees up the stairs to the sand
Stars start to slip and squander the calm
Blue tarp, wild eyed puddle in my palm
Children on the playground, I bet they feel alone
Thinking of everything, maybe even death
Redirect my focus on every little breath
A head full of music, but it all sounds the same
Nobody knows him, but he knows all their names
Say something once, never say it again
Say something kind, that′s when the soul strings start to bend
Down the steps
Down the hall
Out the door
Watch it leave
Hold my breath
While we lay on the floor
Ideas come out and ideas float away...
Been this way for years now, four years and some change
Grab a pretty dress. We'll head north and then head west
It′s time to dream now. Hope for nothing but the best
Either brilliant or completely insane
Laughter flows freely from this heart
Through
These
Veins
Your mind is running. It's running fast
Nothing here was really meant to last
Down the steps
Down the hall
Out the door
Watch it leave
Hold my breath
While we lay on the floor
Late night morning haze take my hand
Through the trees up the stairs to the sand
Stars start to slip and squander the calm
Blue tarp, wild eyed puddle in my palm
Writer(s): Andrew Johnson, Jordan Fairless, Charles Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com