The Sound of Drinking Songtext
von Glen Phillips

So, this is what it′s like now
Without the constant leaving
To sit and sense the seasons
To be here merely being

The sound of drinking water
The turning of the leaves
The movement of the moon
The spaces in between

The long year
The slow days
There is so much here
I had never seen


Your head upon my shoulder
And slipping into sleep
To drift within my thoughts
And listen to you breathe

Coffee in the bedroom
The swaying of the pine
The freedom from the weighing
And the measuring of time

The long year
The slow days
There is so much here
I have never seen

The long year
The slow days
There is so much here
I have never seen
There is so much here
I have never seen