The Day (2014 EP)

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THE DAY

Runaways in a broken shelter
the cold is in their bones

Little birds always flying over
music to their souls

Waiting for the day to break
the night is getting old

Tulip skies are up ahead
and so the waiting goes

The clouds they race
Over my head

In the sun of an endless winter
they breathed in the air

Like a child who would bathe in flowers
they laid down and stared

Waiting for the day to break
the night is yet to come

Tulip skies are up ahead
and so the lovers go

The clouds they race
Over my head

Runaways in a broken shelter
the cold is in their bones

Little birds always flying over
music to their souls

Waiting for the day to break
the night is getting old

Tulip skies are up ahead
and so the waiting goes