Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everything Looks Better In Hindsight, artist - The Wild Reeds. Album song The Wild Reeds on Audiotree Live, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 15.03.2016
Record label: Audiotree
Song language: English
Everything Looks Better In Hindsight |
When you wake up in the morning are you lonely? |
To find only the items I had left |
By your bedside, on the table, to your right hand? |
Little traces are the proof that I exist |
Looking back now I can see your clear green eyes |
In that old shed with the string lights, you reside |
With the swing set stuck above you in the rafters |
And the books and the records on each side |
And the books and the records on each side |
I knew I could grow to love him |
But his walls came up too fast |
I was strong in his presence |
But he left me for the past |
Now will he ever stop haunting me and let me go? |
My mind travels through memories |
My mind travels through memories |
I only remember the sweetest of these |
I only remember the sweetest things, Hey! |
So keep her close now, keep her happy, keep her wanted |
Don’t desert now the way that you did me |
Cook her breakfast, share your music, tell your secrets |
Give it all like you never plan to leave |
Oh, did you plan to leave? |
And I tell you, friends, it was easier then |
To give your heart away |
Before home became broken and eager to love |
I gave it all with haste |
So if you’re telling a story, especially of heartache |
It better ring out true |
To pass down your bloodline and travel through song |
In an honest rememberance of you |
'Cause I knew I could grow to love him |
But his walls came up too fast |
I was so strong in his presence |
But he left me for his past |
Now will he ever stop haunting me and let me go? |
Will he ever say goodbye to me? |
I’ve been on my own |
Oh, oh, oh |
Oh, oh, oh |
Oh, oh, oh |
Oh, oh, oh |
So when you wake up in the morning are you lonely? |
To find only the love that you had left |
By my bedside, on the table, to my left hand? |
Little traces are the proof that you exist |