Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Objects in Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear, artist - Jinjer. Album song Inhale, Do Not Breathe, in the genre
Date of issue: 04.03.2021
Record label: Jinjer
Song language: English
Objects in Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear |
The skies were pure and the fields were green |
And the sun was brighter than it’s ever been |
When I grew up with my best friend Kenny |
We were close as any brothers than you ever knew |
It was always summer and the future called |
We were ready for adventures and we wanted them all |
And there was so much left to dream |
And so much time to make it real |
But I can still recall the sting of all |
The tears when he was gone |
They said he crashed and burned I know I’ll never learn |
Why any boy should die so young |
We were racing, we were soldiers of fortune |
We got in trouble but we sure got around |
There are times I think I see him peeling out of the dark |
I think he’s right behind me now and he’s gaining ground |
But it was long ago and it was far away, |
Oh God it seems so very far |
And if life is just a highway, |
Then the soul is just a car |
And objects in the rear view mirror |
May appear closer than they are |
And objects in the rear view mirror |
May appear closer than they are |
And objects in the rear view mirror |
May appear closer than they are |
And objects in the rear view mirror |
May appear closer than they are |
And when the sun descended and the night arose |
I heard my father cursing everyone he knows |
He was dangerous and drunk and defeated |
And corroded by failure and envy and hate |
There were endless winters and the dreams would freeze |
Nowhere to hide and no leaves on the trees |
And my father’s eyes were blank |
As he hit me again and again and again |
I know I still believe he’d never let me leave, I had to run away alone |
So many threats and fears, so many wasted years |
Before my life became my own |
And though the nightmares should be over |
Some of the terrors are still intact |
I’ll hear that ugly coarse and violent voice |
And then he grabs me from behind |
And then he pulls me back |
But it was long ago and it was far away, |
Oh God it seems so very far |
And if life is just a highway, |
Then the soul is just a car |
And objects in the rear view mirror |
May appear closer than they are |
And objects in the rear view mirror |
May appear closer than they are |
And objects in the rear view mirror |
May appear closer than they are |
And objects in the rear view mirror |
May appear closer than they are |
There was a beauty living on the edge of town |
And she always put the top up and the hammer down |
And she taught me everything I’ll ever know |
About the mystery and the muscle of love |
The stars would glimmer and the moon would glow |
I’m in the back seat with my Julie like a Romeo |
And the signs along the highway all said, |
Caution! |
Kids At Play! |
Those were the rights of spring and we did everything |
There was salvation every night |
We got our dreams reborn and our upholstery torn |
But everything we tried was right |
She used her body just like a bandage, |
She used my body just like a wound |
I’ll probably never know where she disappeared |
But I can see her rising up out of the back seat now |
Just like an angel rising up from a tomb |
But it was long ago and it was far away, |
Oh God it seems so very far |
And if life is just a highway, |
Then the soul is just a car |
And objects in the rear view mirror |
May appear closer than they are |
And objects in the rear view mirror |
May appear closer than they are |
And objects in the rear view mirror |
May appear closer than they are |
And objects in the rear view mirror |
May appear closer than they are |
And objects in the rear view mirror |
May appear closer than they are |
And objects in the rear view mirror |
May appear closer than they are |
She used her body just like a bandage, |
She used my body just like a wound |
I’ll never know where she disappeared |
But I can see her rising up out of the back seat now |