Transcriber: Aadit Raol Reviewer: Ilayda Gokgoz
(ACOUSTIC GUITAR PLAYS)
When the most high.
Let us hear below. Plus it showed a plate.
You took off your clothes.
On the coastline, I jumped in after you.
Thinking that every day led to this afternoon.
And as you swim out into the key of sea
I charm the harmony
as you hum the harmony. And when you turn around.
That's where I saw you there.
And it felt like I was blind till soul was in my hair.
And now, the best we can do.
It’s waiting at the winter
I pray the sun's coming.
You say. Isn’t this so, love? Me too.
(ACOUSTIC GUITAR PLAYS)
In the window
I’m just passing time.
The passive voice trying to hook the past on the line.
But each I throw.
Comes empty to the shore.
You can’t catch Eliza’s. With a simple metaphor.
And now
the best we can do.
Is waiting out the winter in the living.
I pray the sun's coming.
Isn't this.
To sit and watch.
Their seasons move.
We were young.
Once, And we kind of are.
Riding passenger.
In the family car,
you turn the lights off along the darkened road.
As I count
the stars above.
And you wonder which leads. Oh.