Her first childhood memory: lost in the greenhouse, or cut grass at the old house
She's sure nothing can prepare you for summer days that never seem to end
I'm sure nothing can prepare us for, how aren't all memories told out of order
In the garden
In the yard
In your blind spot
I've always waited to be first inside your heart
When there were sparks, or doors to be unlocked
We all take our places
The shadows line up with us, equinox
When we met we built a civilization, whispering our secrets to stick figures
No matter the season I figured part of us would always be lovers
Part of us would always be children
Drunk and crying on the kitchen floor
Wondering why the shit that worked doesn't work anymore
Niantic - Equinox Lyrics
Niantic - Equinox Lyrics
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Her first childhood memory: lost in the greenhouse, or cut grass at the old house
She's sure nothing can prepare you for summer days that never seem to end
I'm sure nothing can prepare us for, how aren't all memories told out of order
In the garden
In the yard
In your blind spot
I've always waited to be first inside your heart
When there were sparks, or doors to be unlocked
We all take our places
The shadows line up with us, equinox
When we met we built a civilization, whispering our secrets to stick figures
No matter the season I figured part of us would always be lovers
Part of us would always be children
Drunk and crying on the kitchen floor
Wondering why the shit that worked doesn't work anymore
She's sure nothing can prepare you for summer days that never seem to end
I'm sure nothing can prepare us for, how aren't all memories told out of order
In the garden
In the yard
In your blind spot
I've always waited to be first inside your heart
When there were sparks, or doors to be unlocked
We all take our places
The shadows line up with us, equinox
When we met we built a civilization, whispering our secrets to stick figures
No matter the season I figured part of us would always be lovers
Part of us would always be children
Drunk and crying on the kitchen floor
Wondering why the shit that worked doesn't work anymore
Writer: Ryan Trask
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