Letras
Crowned by decades
Mired in semantic routine
The fields of my love
Lay fallow and unsown
Here's what you should know
What's the use in chance
If you can't load the dice?
Fate is just a rose tinted word
For a world without reason
There must've been a better turn
But I never saw it coming
All of my love
All of my love
What's the use in chance
If you can't load the dice?
Fate is just a rose tinted word
For a world without reason
It's 8 a.m. in Salisbury, North Carolina
7 a.m. in Chicago, 5 a.m. in California
Miles and miles of sunshine, Miles Davis
It's weather for Miles out there today
Nice looking view if you go east
Rough sea still from the chop of that hurricane
And it's kinda quiet around here, we like quiet
Quiet, it's good one