Long were there days In the sprign nwhen we were younger.
Oh the years have gone like the breeze in the summers.
Seasons come and they go.
Like the dust on that old dirt road.
I try and fight, take it slow.
But the ground keeps moving on its own.
So paint the colors of fall.
On my heart.
So ill remmeber.
To carry through the pain.
And the cold of the winter.
Oh.
When the colors my skin broke my bones and left me bleeding.
Through the darkest stronm he was there now Im still breathing.
Ah.
Seasons come and they go.
Like the dust on that old dirt road.
Try and fight, take it slow.
But the ground keeps moving on its own.
Yeah the ground keeps moving on its own.
Yeah the ground keeps moving on its own.
Writer(s): Nathan Edward Zuercher, Brian Victor Macdonald, Judah Lee Akers
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com