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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Bob Schneider
Bob Schneider
Akustische Gitarre
Conrad Choucroun
Conrad Choucroun
Schlagzeug
Dave Monsey
Dave Monsey
E-Bassgitarre
Dave Boyle
Dave Boyle
Klavier
Kevin McKinney
Kevin McKinney
E-Gitarre
Billy Harvey
Billy Harvey
Akustische Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Bob Schneider
Bob Schneider
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Dwight Baker
Dwight Baker
Produzent:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
In the morning hours of forever
I'm running down your street
Pulling rainbows out my feet
Flames cover all your kisses
I'm a psychadelic freak
Alone here on the moon
Holding a spoonfull of wishes just for you
[Verse 2]
The day will come we'll have to go
Until then, please just let me know
That you want to go with the flow
And by go with the flow
I mean go with me down the street
To the place where all our dreams don't get beat down
Or crushed your breath on my neck
It's like meth, I'd sell my shit
Your mouth is so blue
All I do is think of you
[Verse 3]
The moon hides away
In the sky all day
In the back of the world
Where your dreams go to play
My mind's in the weeds
It's the color of this song
Everything is gone
Your legs are so strong
You lift your dress like death
Often does to show me because
You know where we're standing
[Verse 4]
So close to the end where we'll have to go
Until then, please just let me know
That you want to go with the flow
And by go with the flow
I mean go with me down the street
To the place where all our dreams don't get beat down
In a room full of blood with a tiger sleeping
But not for much longer
It'll be awake soon, it'll be so much stronger
Like your breath on my neck
It's like meth, I'd sell my shit
And your mouth is so blue
That all I do is think of you
Written by: Bob Schneider

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