The time I see is about 80 years ago when the skies were more clear
If we dress up and pretend to be free from nocturnity and the phone
The garden gave her gifts for all of us to use
The girls are beautiful and subtly perfumed
With just a hint of booze
The heat perpetuates our free and easy ways
I wish that I could stay
One more day
And now the clock has taken back control of our bodies and souls one more time
Nostalgia seeps into aquatic thoughts
Each memory is wrought from the line
The cigarettes have burned, there's nothing left to drink
The spilled off hours hearing laughter makes me think
This city's on the brink
Of changing into an oasis of my own
We'll never be alone
It's our home
Matthew Hemerlein - Its Our Home Lyrics
Matthew Hemerlein - Its Our Home Lyrics
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The time I see is about 80 years ago when the skies were more clear
If we dress up and pretend to be free from nocturnity and the phone
The garden gave her gifts for all of us to use
The girls are beautiful and subtly perfumed
With just a hint of booze
The heat perpetuates our free and easy ways
I wish that I could stay
One more day
And now the clock has taken back control of our bodies and souls one more time
Nostalgia seeps into aquatic thoughts
Each memory is wrought from the line
The cigarettes have burned, there's nothing left to drink
The spilled off hours hearing laughter makes me think
This city's on the brink
Of changing into an oasis of my own
We'll never be alone
It's our home
If we dress up and pretend to be free from nocturnity and the phone
The garden gave her gifts for all of us to use
The girls are beautiful and subtly perfumed
With just a hint of booze
The heat perpetuates our free and easy ways
I wish that I could stay
One more day
And now the clock has taken back control of our bodies and souls one more time
Nostalgia seeps into aquatic thoughts
Each memory is wrought from the line
The cigarettes have burned, there's nothing left to drink
The spilled off hours hearing laughter makes me think
This city's on the brink
Of changing into an oasis of my own
We'll never be alone
It's our home