concerns about the world getting warmer? people thought that they were just being rewarded.
Please slow it down.
There’s a secret magic past world that you only notice when you’re looking back at it,
and all I want to do is turn around.
I'm going down to sleep on the bottom of the ocean
'cause I couldn’t let go when the water hit the setting sun.
Passing white daisies, taking turns.
Close the door, walk to the street, catching raindrops on your tongue,
and for a minute it all stops,
But it won’t last man, just a passing moment gone.
Please slow it down.
There’s a secret place that I know.
If I could a dig a grave, I’d then climb underground for good,
and all I want to do is turn around.
I'm going down to sleep on the bottom of the ocean
'cause I couldn’t let go when the water hit the setting sun.
Passing white daisies, taking turns.
All those evenings on the back deck of our first apartment.
They meant everything, but the wind just carried them off
and you can’t go back now, just a passing moment gone.
Please slow it down.
There’s a secret magic past world that you only notice when you’re looking back at it,
and all I want to do is turn around.
I'm going down to sleep on the bottom of the ocean
'cause I couldn’t let go when the water hit the setting sun.
Because I couldn’t let go of a passing moment gone.
There’s a secret magic past world that you only notice when you’re looking back at it,
and all I want to do is turn around.
I'm going down to sleep on the bottom of the ocean
'cause I couldn’t let go when the water hit the setting sun.
Passing white daisies, taking turns.
Close the door, walk to the street, catching raindrops on your tongue,
and for a minute it all stops,
But it won’t last man, just a passing moment gone.
Please slow it down.
There’s a secret place that I know.
If I could a dig a grave, I’d then climb underground for good,
and all I want to do is turn around.
I'm going down to sleep on the bottom of the ocean
'cause I couldn’t let go when the water hit the setting sun.
Passing white daisies, taking turns.
All those evenings on the back deck of our first apartment.
They meant everything, but the wind just carried them off
and you can’t go back now, just a passing moment gone.
Please slow it down.
There’s a secret magic past world that you only notice when you’re looking back at it,
and all I want to do is turn around.
I'm going down to sleep on the bottom of the ocean
'cause I couldn’t let go when the water hit the setting sun.
Because I couldn’t let go of a passing moment gone.