"Slow Mo" lyrics
"Slow Mo"
Under the dream of growing taller, in its infancy of form
How I wished I could have stopped it then from learning how to crawl
In the shadow of my father I couldn't help from feeling small
In a crowded world for dreamers I wanted so much more
Slo mo, I got a new song to reach her
Somewhere under the bleachers, it's only a lark
Lost inside of a moment of free space
Before getting claimed like a suitcase
Dragged off into the dark
Does she know I tiptoe into the heart?
Then in the clean slate of her bedroom
Where some day I will lie
Maybe she'll wish she'd never opened up
My skull and crawled inside
Into my dream of extra legroom
See the seduction I design
Tell me that maybe I should make something
And save it for myself
And I close my eyes while I am lying still...
The pulse might slow, but stop it never will
Slo mo, I got a new song to reach her
Somewhere under the bleachers, but it's only a lark
She'd say "there goes the moment of free space,"
Before getting claimed like a suitcase
Dragged off into the dark
Now she knows I tiptoe
She knows I tiptoe into the heart
Writer(s): Paul Wright, Tim Harrington
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- Tall Heights Lyrics
album:
"Softly Softly" (2024)
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