Avelle Mor - Springrays Lyrics

You take me down to the river cove
Never saw someone you didn't know
It's all impractical you're getting old in this town
You go around
You try to figure out
A mark on the route
What is this about?
(Different flavors in the air they're
Floating
I'm reveling in the kind of place I've chosen)
Now pass the cigarette along
You put your eyes inside your palms
But there is not a single one of them
Who knows where they belong
It's all impractical you're getting out of this town
You come around
You got it figured out
I know without a doubt
What this is
(Vibrant colors in the distance glowing
I am contemplating to ride out this morning)