the slowest Days
(S.Miller/L.Abbott - PRS/MCPS)
And I woke in the fog of a memory;
in that instant I didn’t know where
But I hid in the crook of your arm
‘til the morning began to appear
The radio was broadcasting the news
From some other room somewhere
The slowest days bloom silent and grey
I’m just glad you’re here
We pieced together scenes between the ins and outs
All the while your hands folded behind your back
Another bird laughed at the fact we missed the last train
Strangers, green-eyed as I pulled you near
And as we walked you sang a tune you used to know
I hung on every word, so I could fill the gaps
The slowest days bloom silent and grey
I’m just glad you’re here
The slowest days bloom quiet and blue
I’m just glad it’s you
One foot at a time you tried a straight line
Give me the slow motion just to hear the sound of you alone
The slowest days bloom silent and grey
I’m just glad you’re here
The slowest days bloom quiet and blue
I’m just glad it’s you