Letras
What's the point of all this silence what's it gonna be this time
Is it the thick and dreamy air, the comfortable kind
Is it the hush that locks the car door at 50 miles an hour to feel all right
Is it the album that's still playing, is it that the music stopped
Is it the ancient spirits grieving cause the billboards on the outcrop
Of the land that got partitioned that's still sacred where the tourists stop
I spent summer on the coastline
Winter in the flyover
The water never turned to wine
The wind just kept me sober
It's why I'm quiet all the time
There's a stillness in the knowing that the earth is in its sway
In the wonder of the painting I saw in Santa Fe
The magnificence of gravity that pulled me in and made me stay
I spent summer on the coastline
Winter in the flyover
The water never turned to wine
The wind just kept me sober
It's why I'm quiet all the time
There's a compass in my fist
A compass in my heart and head
But those magnets are illusionists
I'm following the moon instead
I spent summer on the coastline
Winter in the flyover
The water never turned to wine
The wind just kept me sober
It's why I'm quiet all the time
Jana Pochop
O/B/O DistroKid