24 brand-new hours
It's our day
24 brand-new reasons why we're not the same
We don't have to play cards with Poseidon
We can leave the ocean behind us
We've been holding our breath for long enough
My congratulations
Well, you're back again, babe
Every bit of you is welcome
And I know 28-year-old Van Gogh is on her way
Even when summer is shining
It can feel like winter inside us
I know 'cause my tree has been bare for so long
I got 24 brand-new hours
And I know the Amazon is getting thin
Emerson gave me permission to go out on a whim
Now I've been scratching my head
Wondering what's going on in my head
Hell, I wanna be friends with my head
Próxima Parada - 24 Brand-New Hours Lyrics
Próxima Parada - 24 Brand-New Hours Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
24 brand-new hours
It's our day
24 brand-new reasons why we're not the same
We don't have to play cards with Poseidon
We can leave the ocean behind us
We've been holding our breath for long enough
My congratulations
Well, you're back again, babe
Every bit of you is welcome
And I know 28-year-old Van Gogh is on her way
Even when summer is shining
It can feel like winter inside us
I know 'cause my tree has been bare for so long
I got 24 brand-new hours
And I know the Amazon is getting thin
Emerson gave me permission to go out on a whim
Now I've been scratching my head
Wondering what's going on in my head
Hell, I wanna be friends with my head
It's our day
24 brand-new reasons why we're not the same
We don't have to play cards with Poseidon
We can leave the ocean behind us
We've been holding our breath for long enough
My congratulations
Well, you're back again, babe
Every bit of you is welcome
And I know 28-year-old Van Gogh is on her way
Even when summer is shining
It can feel like winter inside us
I know 'cause my tree has been bare for so long
I got 24 brand-new hours
And I know the Amazon is getting thin
Emerson gave me permission to go out on a whim
Now I've been scratching my head
Wondering what's going on in my head
Hell, I wanna be friends with my head
Writer: Nicholas Larson
Copyright: Lyrics © Z-TOWN MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © Z-TOWN MUSIC