Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Midwest, artist - Chris Pureka.
Date of issue: 31.03.2016
Song language: English
Midwest |
If I call you sometime, |
from the Midwest, |
will you keep my pulse between your thumb and your forefinger, |
under your pillow while you’re sleeping? |
I miss you… |
Cause things fall apart, |
and it’s not a surprise, |
we all look around for some great escape. |
We wake in the morning, |
we sing in the evening, |
we’re looking around for the reasons why… |
So you just have to ask it, |
Doesn’t this mean something, |
doesn’t it call to you? |
Is this a field, or is this a tunnel? |
Am I getting across, am I getting across to you? |
Oh, this is the best we can, |
and oh, we’re hanging on. |
A grain of salt for everything we thought we’d understand. |
And so we hold steady, |
and we keep our ears to the ground, |
and we hope we know, |
what we’re listening for, |
what we’re listening for… |
So we’ll give this, another chance, |
yeah someday, someday I’ll call, |
call and say I saw a bluebird, |
I crossed a mountain, |
I believe in this, |
and now, and now. |
I believe in this, and now… |
Oh this is the best we can and oh we’re hanging on. |
And we hope we know, |
what we’re listening for, |
what we’re listening for, |
what we’re listening… |
If I call you sometime from the Midwest, |
will you keep my pulse between your thumb and your forefinger, |
under your pillow when you’re sleeping? |
I miss you. |