CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Highway Kind

My days, they are the highway kind
They only come to leave
But the leaving I don't mind
It's the coming that I crave
Pour the sun upon the ground
Stand to throw a shadow
Watch it grow into a night
And fill the spinning sky

Time among the pine trees
It felt like breath of air
Usually I just walk these streets
And tell myself to care
Sometimes I believe me
And sometimes I don't hear
Sometimes the shape I'm in
Won't let me go

Well, I don't know too much for true
But my heart knows how to pound
My legs know how to love someone
My voice knows how to sound
Shame that it's not enough
Shame that it is a shame
Follow the circle down
Where would you be?