
Date of issue: 18.05.2016
Song language: English
Cinnamon |
Evergreens and a dream of an island town |
Draw a line in the sand and we’ll smooth it down |
Will your side win? |
Get to the middle |
Count them off one at a time |
And we’ll try to guess right |
Waking in the white sun, lights out |
Wading through the days in, nights out |
It’s a slow cinnamon summer |
Your spell is pulling me under |
Rowing in a wooded hollow |
Showing me the moves to follow |
It’s a slow cinnamon summer |
Your spell is pulling me under |
It’s a hand on the ground that’s around for an hour of hope |
It disappears as the sea takes it in and swallows it whole |
And just as it leaves, just as it’s sinking |
The morning will save our souls |
From too cold, to keep low |
Waking in the white sun, lights out |
Wading through the days in, nights out |
It’s a slow cinnamon summer |
Your spell is pulling me under |
Rowing in a wooded hollow |
Showing me the moves to follow |
It’s a slow cinnamon summer |
Your spell is pulling me under |
Waking in the white sun, lights out |
Wading through the days in, nights out |
It’s a slow cinnamon summer |
Your spell is pulling me under |
Waking in the white sun, lights out |
Wading through the days in, nights out |
It’s a slow cinnamon summer |
Your spell is pulling me under |
Rowing in a wooded hollow |
Showing me the moves to follow |
It’s a slow cinnamon summer |
Your spell is pulling me under |