Every Morning Songtext
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Every Morning Songtext
The songs that we sing
Sting the depths of our throats
And the words, all in line
Single file, like a row of crows
On a power line that tends to wander
Off out of sight, out of mind
What remains of the themes
From all our dreams at the break of day
Every morning, when we awake
And we lose hold of that imagery
Fading fast through our hands
Until we can′t understand that things have changed
Taking stock of all the empty
Parking lots and desolate trains
One-way roads, the so-ha-ho of crossing guards
That sit and wait for any sign of life
Or any subtle movement
Sleeping through everything
Like a hill, a rock turned shopping cart
Melodies we fidget to
Created on some paved riverbed
Forgotten plain, stretching out
Looking forever the same
For the sake of convenience
We forget our own names
And the place from where we came
Quickly becomes a stranger
Shopping malls, plastic bags
A small echo of what we once had
We could recede into the ocean
Or hide behind the roots of complicit trees
If they were unraveled like grass that thinks
It knows the answers or how to ask
The songs that we sing
Sting the depths of our throats
And the words, all in line
Single file, like a row of crows
On a power line that tends to wander
Off out of sight, out of mind
What remains of the themes
From all our dreams at the break of day
Every morning, when we awake
And we lose hold of that imagery
Fading fast through our hands
Until we can't understand that things have changed
Taking stock of all the empty
Parking lots and desolate trains
One-way roads, the so-ha-ho of crossing guards
That sit and wait for any sign of life
Or any subtle movement
Sleeping through everything
Like a hill, a rock turned shopping cart
Melodies we fidget to
Created on some paved riverbed
Forgotten plain, stretching out
Looking forever the same
For the sake of convenience
We forget our own names
And the place from where we came
Quickly becomes a stranger
Shopping malls, plastic bags
A small echo of what we once had
Sting the depths of our throats
And the words, all in line
Single file, like a row of crows
On a power line that tends to wander
Off out of sight, out of mind
What remains of the themes
From all our dreams at the break of day
Every morning, when we awake
And we lose hold of that imagery
Fading fast through our hands
Until we can′t understand that things have changed
Taking stock of all the empty
Parking lots and desolate trains
One-way roads, the so-ha-ho of crossing guards
That sit and wait for any sign of life
Or any subtle movement
Sleeping through everything
Like a hill, a rock turned shopping cart
Melodies we fidget to
Created on some paved riverbed
Forgotten plain, stretching out
Looking forever the same
For the sake of convenience
We forget our own names
And the place from where we came
Quickly becomes a stranger
Shopping malls, plastic bags
A small echo of what we once had
We could recede into the ocean
Or hide behind the roots of complicit trees
If they were unraveled like grass that thinks
It knows the answers or how to ask
The songs that we sing
Sting the depths of our throats
And the words, all in line
Single file, like a row of crows
On a power line that tends to wander
Off out of sight, out of mind
What remains of the themes
From all our dreams at the break of day
Every morning, when we awake
And we lose hold of that imagery
Fading fast through our hands
Until we can't understand that things have changed
Taking stock of all the empty
Parking lots and desolate trains
One-way roads, the so-ha-ho of crossing guards
That sit and wait for any sign of life
Or any subtle movement
Sleeping through everything
Like a hill, a rock turned shopping cart
Melodies we fidget to
Created on some paved riverbed
Forgotten plain, stretching out
Looking forever the same
For the sake of convenience
We forget our own names
And the place from where we came
Quickly becomes a stranger
Shopping malls, plastic bags
A small echo of what we once had
Writer(s): Craig Bullock, Stan Frazier, Mark Mcgrath, Rodney Sheppard, Murphy Karges, Joseph Mcginty "mcg" Nichol, David Kahne, Richard Bean, Abel Zarate, Pablo Tellez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
