Keeping a lightbulb
Always carrying your head
Time, time, and time again
I can't remember best
By the streets of your city
And the avenues of your limbs
By Allen and Division
Your memory swims
Like day old snow
The heater's broken now
It's always on
Park below
Winter morning song
An electric light
From an old gas lamp
Circulate five flights
A falling stair
By the streets of your city
And the avenues of your limbs
By Allen and Division
Your memory swims
Like week old
Snow laid out on an unmade bed
Well I heard your voice through the air
Since I've been home it hasn't been the same
On a wire or through a screen
What it feels, the last you said to me was
"Yes, it's time to go"
The S-Bends - Allen & Division Lyrics
The S-Bends - Allen & Division Lyrics
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Keeping a lightbulb
Always carrying your head
Time, time, and time again
I can't remember best
By the streets of your city
And the avenues of your limbs
By Allen and Division
Your memory swims
Like day old snow
The heater's broken now
It's always on
Park below
Winter morning song
An electric light
From an old gas lamp
Circulate five flights
A falling stair
By the streets of your city
And the avenues of your limbs
By Allen and Division
Your memory swims
Like week old
Snow laid out on an unmade bed
Well I heard your voice through the air
Since I've been home it hasn't been the same
On a wire or through a screen
What it feels, the last you said to me was
"Yes, it's time to go"
Always carrying your head
Time, time, and time again
I can't remember best
By the streets of your city
And the avenues of your limbs
By Allen and Division
Your memory swims
Like day old snow
The heater's broken now
It's always on
Park below
Winter morning song
An electric light
From an old gas lamp
Circulate five flights
A falling stair
By the streets of your city
And the avenues of your limbs
By Allen and Division
Your memory swims
Like week old
Snow laid out on an unmade bed
Well I heard your voice through the air
Since I've been home it hasn't been the same
On a wire or through a screen
What it feels, the last you said to me was
"Yes, it's time to go"
Writer: Mitchell Ryan
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid