She said that she could use the simple comfort of a friend
With one eye on the progress, one eye on the end
She said she's sick to death of all these lonely hearts
Already on the journey, though she feels she's yet to start
What more can we make of this?
Too far gone to see the space between the passion and the kiss
What more am I dreaming of?
Well I know that I am cared for, so why can't I feel the love?
He steps into the barroom, a cig fresh on his breath
He's seen all life's distractions and he still feels bored to death
He sees a sacred fire, and joins her at the bar
The heat is all consuming, but he feels it from afar
What more can we make of this?
Too far gone to see the space between the passion and the kiss
What more am I fighting for?
Even if I go down swingin', I still end up on the floor - Oh!
They sit a while in silence, exchange a random glance
They feel the magnetism, they're afraid to take a chance
They see feel the pasts firm pressure, and they see the future dance
He says, "excuse me, but I see you're at the bottom of your glass"
He pays for her next drink, a tequila sunrise
Asks about her job, and he finds to his surprise
That she's an oil painter, just like he'd always dreamed
She looks into his eyes and finds her soul or so it seems
What more can we want than this?
Strength to bear the pain of trying in the hope it brings us bliss
What more could I ever need
Than to know if I keep trying, I'll get where I wanna be - Oh!
The grass still grows beneath the fallen snow
The Floating Perspectives - Tequila Sunrise Lyrics
The Floating Perspectives - Tequila Sunrise Lyrics
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She said that she could use the simple comfort of a friend
With one eye on the progress, one eye on the end
She said she's sick to death of all these lonely hearts
Already on the journey, though she feels she's yet to start
What more can we make of this?
Too far gone to see the space between the passion and the kiss
What more am I dreaming of?
Well I know that I am cared for, so why can't I feel the love?
He steps into the barroom, a cig fresh on his breath
He's seen all life's distractions and he still feels bored to death
He sees a sacred fire, and joins her at the bar
The heat is all consuming, but he feels it from afar
What more can we make of this?
Too far gone to see the space between the passion and the kiss
What more am I fighting for?
Even if I go down swingin', I still end up on the floor - Oh!
They sit a while in silence, exchange a random glance
They feel the magnetism, they're afraid to take a chance
They see feel the pasts firm pressure, and they see the future dance
He says, "excuse me, but I see you're at the bottom of your glass"
He pays for her next drink, a tequila sunrise
Asks about her job, and he finds to his surprise
That she's an oil painter, just like he'd always dreamed
She looks into his eyes and finds her soul or so it seems
What more can we want than this?
Strength to bear the pain of trying in the hope it brings us bliss
What more could I ever need
Than to know if I keep trying, I'll get where I wanna be - Oh!
The grass still grows beneath the fallen snow
With one eye on the progress, one eye on the end
She said she's sick to death of all these lonely hearts
Already on the journey, though she feels she's yet to start
What more can we make of this?
Too far gone to see the space between the passion and the kiss
What more am I dreaming of?
Well I know that I am cared for, so why can't I feel the love?
He steps into the barroom, a cig fresh on his breath
He's seen all life's distractions and he still feels bored to death
He sees a sacred fire, and joins her at the bar
The heat is all consuming, but he feels it from afar
What more can we make of this?
Too far gone to see the space between the passion and the kiss
What more am I fighting for?
Even if I go down swingin', I still end up on the floor - Oh!
They sit a while in silence, exchange a random glance
They feel the magnetism, they're afraid to take a chance
They see feel the pasts firm pressure, and they see the future dance
He says, "excuse me, but I see you're at the bottom of your glass"
He pays for her next drink, a tequila sunrise
Asks about her job, and he finds to his surprise
That she's an oil painter, just like he'd always dreamed
She looks into his eyes and finds her soul or so it seems
What more can we want than this?
Strength to bear the pain of trying in the hope it brings us bliss
What more could I ever need
Than to know if I keep trying, I'll get where I wanna be - Oh!
The grass still grows beneath the fallen snow
Writer: Andrew Lentz
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid