Oh goddam it slipped my memory
These lines seem dull they keep shorting out on me
Crossed wires on quiet streets
If you'll excuse the noise my chest's making
It pumps and skips like we're still seventeen
You haven't missed a beat
We tilled, we dug, we grew something
We harvest just enough to eat
Each other's mouths we work to feed
We tilled, we dug, we grew something
Are you still proud to share these seeds
I feel as wild as those weeds
We tried to criticize, to let the deck just flood
We managed to grow aligned from seed to crop to dust
The good all grows in straight lines
We keep these fields pristine
When it's done pouring outside
We'll tame these wild weeds
Drank and dined into the night
The smoke would twist and fuss
The city came alive with light
They swore it'd mention us
Still pirouetting through my mind
I let it mess me up
Matching strides I fall in line
Won't let it slip me up
Slipped Video (MV)
Wayfarer - Slipped 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.
Oh goddam it slipped my memory
These lines seem dull they keep shorting out on me
Crossed wires on quiet streets
If you'll excuse the noise my chest's making
It pumps and skips like we're still seventeen
You haven't missed a beat
We tilled, we dug, we grew something
We harvest just enough to eat
Each other's mouths we work to feed
We tilled, we dug, we grew something
Are you still proud to share these seeds
I feel as wild as those weeds
We tried to criticize, to let the deck just flood
We managed to grow aligned from seed to crop to dust
The good all grows in straight lines
We keep these fields pristine
When it's done pouring outside
We'll tame these wild weeds
Drank and dined into the night
The smoke would twist and fuss
The city came alive with light
They swore it'd mention us
Still pirouetting through my mind
I let it mess me up
Matching strides I fall in line
Won't let it slip me up
These lines seem dull they keep shorting out on me
Crossed wires on quiet streets
If you'll excuse the noise my chest's making
It pumps and skips like we're still seventeen
You haven't missed a beat
We tilled, we dug, we grew something
We harvest just enough to eat
Each other's mouths we work to feed
We tilled, we dug, we grew something
Are you still proud to share these seeds
I feel as wild as those weeds
We tried to criticize, to let the deck just flood
We managed to grow aligned from seed to crop to dust
The good all grows in straight lines
We keep these fields pristine
When it's done pouring outside
We'll tame these wild weeds
Drank and dined into the night
The smoke would twist and fuss
The city came alive with light
They swore it'd mention us
Still pirouetting through my mind
I let it mess me up
Matching strides I fall in line
Won't let it slip me up
Writer: Kyle Krische
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid