Motions & Miles Safe In Sound
I spent the summer lost looking for myself.
I woke up every morning happy in my ignorance,
while you were sucking out the taste, stuck in your old ways.
You claim it's justified by innocence
because you never learned to recompense the love and the faith.
Giving up just as the sun comes up.
The morning hour has gold in it's mouth.
Peace of mind, insecurities take flight,
some way, somehow, we're safe in sound.
How can I feel so comfortable in my same skin
knowing the faults on me for lack of continuity?
Blame it on the envy of a traded world.
Blame it on the august heat, or on your newfound vincibility,
but not your summer amour.
Giving up just as the sun comes up.
The morning hour has gold in it's mouth.
Peace of mind, insecurities take flight,
some way, somehow, we're safe in sound.
Is it so good?
Is it off of your mind?
Does it all start to feel the same?
Does your conscience ever get in the way?
Giving up just as the sun comes up.
The morning hour has gold in it's mouth.
Peace of mind, insecurities take flight,
some way, somehow, we're safe in sound.
Is it so good?
Is it off of your mind?
Does it all start to feel the same?
Does your conscience ever get in the way?
The morning hour has gold in it's mouth.
We're safe in sound.
