Letras
Resting on a Wednesday night
Cold of winter freezing our minds
Two guitars and a couch
With a glass of beer is enough
Sock on the mic to clear our voice
Pile of books to reach the source
To keep the sound moving
To keep the groove going
My heath linking to the beat
A forever lasting bond to this world of note
This cloth of sound that we need
Harvesting those feelings like it is oat
My heath linking to the beat
A forever lasting bond to this world of note
This cloth of sound that we need
Harvesting those feelings like it is oat
Trying again till its perfect
Crushing our tired mind
Scraping together our body breaking down
As the morning gets closer
The start of it all fade away
As our ideas blossom
So does the roses in may
My heath linking to the beat
A forever lasting bond to this world of note
This cloth of sound that we need
Harvesting those feelings like it is oat
My heath linking to the beat
A forever lasting bond to this world of note
This cloth of sound that we need
Harvesting those feelings like it is oat