Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boxing Timelines, artist - The Early November. Album song Imbue, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 07.05.2015
Record label: Rise
Song language: English
Boxing Timelines |
Crawling through the basement |
Seeing in the past all the life we erased in bins |
Color coded for placement |
Could be trash at what times replaced with |
I know in time we all walk |
Sifting through your clothes painting hung on the wall |
Take me back to the places |
Where time doesn’t exist to break us |
It breaks us down |
With the forgotten smiles |
The obnoxious laughs |
The broken hearts |
Down frame with my first kiss |
The sweater I was wearing while laying down |
Holding you for the first time, reminds me of the smell of your gorgeous hair |
Every note that we wrote in a box with every ticket from every movie that I |
ever saw |
Every picture I come across I’m amazed with |
Every moment I live, a moment replaces another one |
unpacking boxes like Christmas |
Obsessed on finding out who I really was |
Turning all of the joists timelines |
Reliving every second of my life |
I know it’s hard to hold on |
All my thoughts are really sad, how I wish we would just stay young |
I guess that’s why we let go |
But I’m not ready to let go |
With the forgotten smiles |
The obnoxious laughs |
The broken hearts |
Down frame with my first kiss |
The sweater I was wearing while laying down |
Holding you for the first time, reminds me of the smell of your gorgeous hair |
Every note that we wrote in a box with every ticket from every movie that I |
ever saw |
Every picture I come across I’m amazed with |
Every moment I live, a moment replaces another one |
I won’t be ready to let go |
But how do you hold on? |
I won’t be ready to let go |
So how do you hold on? |
Crawling through the basement |
Seeing in the past all the life we erased in bins |
Color coded for placement |
Could be trash at what times replaced with |
I know in time we all walk |
Sifting through your clothes painting hung on the wall |
Take me back to the places |
Where time doesn’t exist to break us |