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letra de to paint - blossom moon populus

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[intro]
to old, to young, to be, to old
to be a verb
summer really is on the line
the edge, a friend, a choice
a move inside yourself to stay
to stay, to paint again, to feel again
to open into the all

[verse 1]
okay, okay, for now, today
okay, alright
the dust is settling in, begin, breath in
culminate
then exhale it all away, away
for now, today
the great escape
open into the all
to old, to young, to be, to old
to be a verb
summer really is on the line
the edge, a friend, a choice
a move inside yourself to stay
to stay, to paint again, to feel again
to open into the all
before the fall
[chorus]
the only neon shared are the
archetypes of the
irises around
and the feet familiar
and the oxygen
seem to lead us to surround

[verse 2]
to be between a choice and a dream
to act, to own, to be
could you consider your time
your worth, your heart, your birth
your home, your colors alone?
be here, be here, be here
shake the dust again and again
open into the all
before the fall

[chorus]
the only neon shared are the
archetypes of the
irises around
and the feet familiar and the
oxygen seem to
lead us to surround
[bridge]
and i’m
i’m choosing a side
and i’ll put it in
paint
and i’m
i’m choosing a side
and i’ll put it in
paint

[interlude]
to paint, to paint, to paint
to paint, anew

[verse 4]
memories flooding the coast
the bridge, the trees, the sky
the touch of the people you know
the smell, the smile, the flash, the height
the tension in my chest from running away
the pool, the tide, the sand, the bond
the birds, the wind, the road, the dirt
the heat, the glance, the ghost
(i almost felt it)
the top, the toast, the feast, the snow
the white, the blue, the gold
(i almost held it)
the hues, the light, the lot, the coat
the warm, the big, the bold
(i finally feel it)
soak me into the all
[chorus]
the only neon shared are the
archetypes of the
irises around
and the feet familiar and the
oxygen are the
finest things in town
and in the hope that burns
infinity is what we needed
all along
to use the past to paint
the imminent
and the reminder
to belong

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