Compositor: Hunter James Hall
Yeah the flowers on the furloughed table
The way she crowding up above my sting
I've been thinking about the new world rising
To the western sea
The way you clouding up the expectation
The way the grass is digging up the spring
The way you're moving at the governor's party
And waiting for me
We gonna let it ring
I've been waking and feeling oh my, oh my
She been shaking and feeling all mine
I've been waking and feeling oh my, oh my
She been shaking and feeling all mine
Frames are filling up the empty glasses
The future's pulling at my seams
Beams that fall upon her freckled face
It's the making of a dream
We gonna let it ring
I've been waking and feeling oh my, oh my
She been shaking and feeling all mine
I've been waking and feeling oh my, oh my
She been shaking and feeling all mine
Yeah the flowers on the furloughed table
The way she crowding up above my sting
I've been thinking about the new world rising
To the western sea
We gonna let it ring
I've been waking and feeling oh my, oh my
She been shaking and feeling all mine
I've been waking and feeling oh my, oh my
She been shaking and feeling all mine