Spell

Lyrics:

Spell
The breakfast bar is always closed.
The people ‘round here always seem so scared.
The crosswalk lady breaks the flow,
And cars all bunch up behind one another.
Things seem happier these days,
Filling up on all this sunlight.
Feel it hanging in the air,
The smell of Monday with a newfound delight.

Breaking the spell, he calls to her,
She turns to him and says I think we should start over.
Turning the weir, sweet light falls there,
Gone to the cursive place of sunlight in the winter falling down.

Agitation in the heat. Agitation at no sleeping.
The presence here of someone close,
Too excited to be sleeping.
Things seem happier these days,
Filling up on all this sunlight.
Feel it hanging in the air,
The smell of Monday with a newfound delight.

Breaking the spell, he calls to her,
She turns to him and says I think we should start over.
Turning the weir, sweet light falls there,
Gone to the cursive place of sunlight in the winter falling down.

There’s that sensation coming ‘round,
His feet itch upon the ground.
The sound of car tyres on wet streets,
Sometimes it’s cold, empty and wet.

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