My moods are the movement of the moon through 28 days
Two stones sit
We need at least 5 stars between us to make out a shape
And on a fine morning I feel like I've finally got one
In my hands
But when I look closer I see that it's no longer there
The magic of sleep
The magic of sleep grows seeds
The magic of sleep
The magic of sleep, here come the trees
Grandfather clock skywards
Eventually we turn into birds
Possessions become too heavy to carry and keep
Two stones sit
Cities of people wander their way through my mind
The magic of sleep
The magic of sleep grows seeds
The magic of sleep
The magic of sleep, here come the trees
Grandfather clock skywards
Eventually we turn into birds
Out of My Hair - Two Stones Lyrics
Out of My Hair - Two Stones Lyrics
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My moods are the movement of the moon through 28 days
Two stones sit
We need at least 5 stars between us to make out a shape
And on a fine morning I feel like I've finally got one
In my hands
But when I look closer I see that it's no longer there
The magic of sleep
The magic of sleep grows seeds
The magic of sleep
The magic of sleep, here come the trees
Grandfather clock skywards
Eventually we turn into birds
Possessions become too heavy to carry and keep
Two stones sit
Cities of people wander their way through my mind
The magic of sleep
The magic of sleep grows seeds
The magic of sleep
The magic of sleep, here come the trees
Grandfather clock skywards
Eventually we turn into birds
Two stones sit
We need at least 5 stars between us to make out a shape
And on a fine morning I feel like I've finally got one
In my hands
But when I look closer I see that it's no longer there
The magic of sleep
The magic of sleep grows seeds
The magic of sleep
The magic of sleep, here come the trees
Grandfather clock skywards
Eventually we turn into birds
Possessions become too heavy to carry and keep
Two stones sit
Cities of people wander their way through my mind
The magic of sleep
The magic of sleep grows seeds
The magic of sleep
The magic of sleep, here come the trees
Grandfather clock skywards
Eventually we turn into birds
Writer: Kathryn Williams, Simon Eugene
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Royalty Network
Performed By: Out of My Hair
Language: English
Length: 3:54
Written by: Kathryn Williams, Simon Eugene