Last Week
Shane McCord
Put a hole in the glass, made of smoke and now this could have happened last week
Did you say that before? Or is this in between? It could have happened last week
Pass a man on the street, a man I've never seen
But the structure of his face feels so dear to me
Looking into your eyes, endless fields of blossom, you're not all that I see
Lick the coatings off bright colored candy, to taste the sweet and find it's meaning
Let the rain shower me, The Rain and The Heat
I could never hide from their true beauty
Make that sound with your mouth, the sound from your talking
The way that it rings could have happened last week
Stuck my head through the roof just to see what I see
Now everything seems it could have happened last week