Grey Sunday evening
May someday leave me
I'll be on the back porch in a sweater and shorts
My pipe breathes wisps of smoke as
Wistful jokes circle overhead
Down the hill, the train glides along the river
The trees still whisper as we
Watch the moon climb to her perch
Amid the gathering stars
This moment is infinite, unmoving
A pirouette
Thoughts bruising the skull
A silhouette
Jot down a few hazy phrases
The unruly gun pulls the trigger on itself
I don't belong anywhere
I don't belong
I don't belong
I don't belong
I think I went wrong somewhere
I think I went wrong
I think I went wrong
But it doesn't matter
I'd rather watch the pine needles dance than wallow in a pool of dark grey
Don't f*ck with my
CIRCADIAN
RHYTHM
Mared Jurphy - Grey Sunday Evening Lyrics
Mared Jurphy - Grey Sunday Evening Lyrics
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Grey Sunday evening
May someday leave me
I'll be on the back porch in a sweater and shorts
My pipe breathes wisps of smoke as
Wistful jokes circle overhead
Down the hill, the train glides along the river
The trees still whisper as we
Watch the moon climb to her perch
Amid the gathering stars
This moment is infinite, unmoving
A pirouette
Thoughts bruising the skull
A silhouette
Jot down a few hazy phrases
The unruly gun pulls the trigger on itself
I don't belong anywhere
I don't belong
I don't belong
I don't belong
I think I went wrong somewhere
I think I went wrong
I think I went wrong
But it doesn't matter
I'd rather watch the pine needles dance than wallow in a pool of dark grey
Don't f*ck with my
CIRCADIAN
RHYTHM
May someday leave me
I'll be on the back porch in a sweater and shorts
My pipe breathes wisps of smoke as
Wistful jokes circle overhead
Down the hill, the train glides along the river
The trees still whisper as we
Watch the moon climb to her perch
Amid the gathering stars
This moment is infinite, unmoving
A pirouette
Thoughts bruising the skull
A silhouette
Jot down a few hazy phrases
The unruly gun pulls the trigger on itself
I don't belong anywhere
I don't belong
I don't belong
I don't belong
I think I went wrong somewhere
I think I went wrong
I think I went wrong
But it doesn't matter
I'd rather watch the pine needles dance than wallow in a pool of dark grey
Don't f*ck with my
CIRCADIAN
RHYTHM
Writer: Jared Murphy
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid