"Floaroma Town" lyrics

"Floaroma Town"

I've been so tired
Of spending precious time
Surrounded by the haze
Of condescending eyes

A promise made
My arrival back at home
Would bring us face to face
About how things had changed

I've been so uncertain, I'm caught in your hold
It feels so familiar, it's hard to let go
I find it peculiar, the scent of flowers
When the hour turns gold

The morning light has swiftly blossomed to noon
And soon
I'll learn the sentiment you've held within
Waiting in the sun
Counting gravel in my driveway
A foolish way to cope
A pointless task of hope
That you forget the date
Or the invitation I gave
I see your car and choke
On words I haven't spoke

You leap into my arms
No longer reposed
It leaves me dumbfounded
And feeling exposed
Emotions resurface
Entranced by your glow
Like opening curtains
When the hour turns gold

I'm still so uncertain, yet caught in your hold
It feels so familiar, a cast in a mold
I find it peculiar, the scent of flowers
Overpowers
This moment feels perfect, the time becomes slowed
It feels so familiar, it's hard to let go
Like a pose in the flowers
Overpowers
When the hour turns gold

Standing in the sun
Counting seconds in the driveway
Enchanted by the glow
When the hour turns to gold
Standing in the sun
Counting seconds in the driveway
Enchanted by the glow
When the hour turns to gold
Enchanted by the—


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