Slow Tune Lyrics & Tabs by Ashok
Slow Tune
guitar chords lyrics
When you told me I looked lovely
And we walked into the park
Something started on that day,
Something happened to my heart, something strange;
It was a quiet rain that fell upon your face,
And I knew then that I had won the losing race.
The losing race!
Nothing was strange,
Nothing was simple or permanent nothing had changed!
Up in the firmament
Love was determined to come down and make its name.
The prodigal choice, love is the voice
That fans the flame, that burns away and shoot to fame,
And in its place
It shaped a face,
That fans the flame, that burns away and shoot to fame,
And in its place
It shaped a face,
Blinds your mind in some temporal stasis,
All the while trying to figure out,
Trying to figure whose the face is,
You just want it to be mine.
There's a rose on the table,
It's been there for a while,
It's the last thing you gave me.
Simple as that!
Divine is the word.
Young is the mind
Sin of the logo!
You never know when you just
Don't know,
The power's so potent.
You're in love
With the word love and how it fits in to
The moment.
It's the last thing you gave me.
You could be right
This could be love at the fist sight
But just because it exists, it's not your birthright,
If the problem persists it could be a cursed night!
Let the smiles of the present dictate the presence of heavenly pleasantries,
And the let laughter live long along the cosy breeze...
Hey, I'd love to live in a moment.
A wandering Ronin,
Running around in a freeze frame of a moment stolen,
A swollen memory.
I'd love to tuck up and sleep in it
I wanna believe in it,
That happiness is eternal man,
It won't just recede and quit.
It must supersede the shit!
Can't crumble and bleed to bits,
There's something of beauty in every one man's smile
I'm willing to plead my wits.
Not wanting scene to change!
I've planted my seeds of pain
Them and the greenery,
Intravenously cleaning up in my veins.
Not wanting the feeling to go,
But as the wind blows
So much this world keep on turning.
