All of the songs are talking 'bout blooming
Like we are all flowers and not just excuses
All of these words
These promises hurtling out our mouths
Are just quotes from stories
We haven't yet heard about
Watch the seasons
Subtle treason
It never looks like the paintings
It's always exaggerated
I wish that I could visit all the places in the pictures
On the calendar in the kitchen
The calendar in the kitchen
Why do months seem close
But all the days they are so distant
If I could then I would switch 'em
If I could then I would switch 'em
Watch the seasons
Subtle treason
It never looks like the paintings
It's always exaggerated
Brush strokes, back roads
Power lines like tight ropes
Fields so full of daisies
Know the weather's never changing
I'll be the puddles
If you'll be the painter
Like teardrops on paper
Turned into glaciers
Hannah Schmidt - blooming Lyrics
Hannah Schmidt - blooming Lyrics
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All of the songs are talking 'bout blooming
Like we are all flowers and not just excuses
All of these words
These promises hurtling out our mouths
Are just quotes from stories
We haven't yet heard about
Watch the seasons
Subtle treason
It never looks like the paintings
It's always exaggerated
I wish that I could visit all the places in the pictures
On the calendar in the kitchen
The calendar in the kitchen
Why do months seem close
But all the days they are so distant
If I could then I would switch 'em
If I could then I would switch 'em
Watch the seasons
Subtle treason
It never looks like the paintings
It's always exaggerated
Brush strokes, back roads
Power lines like tight ropes
Fields so full of daisies
Know the weather's never changing
I'll be the puddles
If you'll be the painter
Like teardrops on paper
Turned into glaciers
Like we are all flowers and not just excuses
All of these words
These promises hurtling out our mouths
Are just quotes from stories
We haven't yet heard about
Watch the seasons
Subtle treason
It never looks like the paintings
It's always exaggerated
I wish that I could visit all the places in the pictures
On the calendar in the kitchen
The calendar in the kitchen
Why do months seem close
But all the days they are so distant
If I could then I would switch 'em
If I could then I would switch 'em
Watch the seasons
Subtle treason
It never looks like the paintings
It's always exaggerated
Brush strokes, back roads
Power lines like tight ropes
Fields so full of daisies
Know the weather's never changing
I'll be the puddles
If you'll be the painter
Like teardrops on paper
Turned into glaciers
Writer: Hannah Schmidt
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid