King ST - Sweeter Sounds Lyrics

I was born
With an 8th note
Tied a grace note
Through my reveries
With a prayer
And a plea
The west will
Is my home to be
Searching for
Those melodies
That ran with me
In my sleep

And I trade
My sins
For a
Bottle of gin
And a fan
From the lady
And the sailor

I'm moving where
The wild winds blow
Rocky Mountain high
Bad feelings low
Chase down those dreams
With fire it seems
Hand me down
Those sweeter sounds
Sweeter sounds

Now I'm gone
Carried on
Tired of these
Age old memories
Running off
Of beautiful belief
With its hopes
And things
Realize
Those bitter eyes
We're justified
Chasing what's unseen

And for the price
Of glory
I rewrite my story
With a tune
Unsung
'Bout an angel

I'm moving where
The wild winds blow
Rocky Mountain high
Bad feelings low
Chase down those dreams
With fire it seems
Hand me down
Those sweeter sounds
Sweeter sounds

I'm moving where
The wild winds blow
Rocky Mountain high
Bad feelings low
Chase down those dreams
With fire it seems
Hand me down
Those sweeter sounds
Sweeter sounds
Sweeter sounds