Endless tick-tock same street under neon skies
Four empty walls your smile my one sunrise
They call it sunshine blues this gnawing in my head
Like that night on the dance floor something left unsaid
Upstate whispers taxi meters on parade
The rain against the glass a fading charade
Blue hour bleeds like smoke rings and regret
Maybe up there there's something better yet
Concrete cracks and sunflowers dare to rise
Stubborn little things with fire in their eyes
Willpower's just a word 'til a hand finds yours in mine
Then the miles we leave behind just feel like stolen time
Upstate whispers taxi meters on parade
The rain against the glass a fading charade
Blue hour bleeds like smoke rings and regret
Maybe up there there's something better yet
Concrete cracks and sunflowers dare to rise
Stubborn little things with fire in their eyes
Willpower's just a word 'til a hand finds yours in mine
Then the miles we leave behind just feel like stolen time
Upstate whispers taxi meters on parade
The rain against the glass a fading charade
Blue hour bleeds like smoke rings and regret
Maybe up there there's something better yet
They forecast sun but storms roll in instead
Words tangled in my head that fight we never said
Then your eyes on mine a truce without a sound
Maybe answers ain't what matter when you're found
Could be all we need's a night at some cheap motel
Your laugh that kicks the blues halfway to hell
The miles don't matter nor the time you see
This ache that lives in me it softens near you quietly
_Morfema - Blue Hour Drive Lyrics
_Morfema - Blue Hour Drive Lyrics
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Endless tick-tock same street under neon skies
Four empty walls your smile my one sunrise
They call it sunshine blues this gnawing in my head
Like that night on the dance floor something left unsaid
Upstate whispers taxi meters on parade
The rain against the glass a fading charade
Blue hour bleeds like smoke rings and regret
Maybe up there there's something better yet
Concrete cracks and sunflowers dare to rise
Stubborn little things with fire in their eyes
Willpower's just a word 'til a hand finds yours in mine
Then the miles we leave behind just feel like stolen time
Upstate whispers taxi meters on parade
The rain against the glass a fading charade
Blue hour bleeds like smoke rings and regret
Maybe up there there's something better yet
Concrete cracks and sunflowers dare to rise
Stubborn little things with fire in their eyes
Willpower's just a word 'til a hand finds yours in mine
Then the miles we leave behind just feel like stolen time
Upstate whispers taxi meters on parade
The rain against the glass a fading charade
Blue hour bleeds like smoke rings and regret
Maybe up there there's something better yet
They forecast sun but storms roll in instead
Words tangled in my head that fight we never said
Then your eyes on mine a truce without a sound
Maybe answers ain't what matter when you're found
Could be all we need's a night at some cheap motel
Your laugh that kicks the blues halfway to hell
The miles don't matter nor the time you see
This ache that lives in me it softens near you quietly
Four empty walls your smile my one sunrise
They call it sunshine blues this gnawing in my head
Like that night on the dance floor something left unsaid
Upstate whispers taxi meters on parade
The rain against the glass a fading charade
Blue hour bleeds like smoke rings and regret
Maybe up there there's something better yet
Concrete cracks and sunflowers dare to rise
Stubborn little things with fire in their eyes
Willpower's just a word 'til a hand finds yours in mine
Then the miles we leave behind just feel like stolen time
Upstate whispers taxi meters on parade
The rain against the glass a fading charade
Blue hour bleeds like smoke rings and regret
Maybe up there there's something better yet
Concrete cracks and sunflowers dare to rise
Stubborn little things with fire in their eyes
Willpower's just a word 'til a hand finds yours in mine
Then the miles we leave behind just feel like stolen time
Upstate whispers taxi meters on parade
The rain against the glass a fading charade
Blue hour bleeds like smoke rings and regret
Maybe up there there's something better yet
They forecast sun but storms roll in instead
Words tangled in my head that fight we never said
Then your eyes on mine a truce without a sound
Maybe answers ain't what matter when you're found
Could be all we need's a night at some cheap motel
Your laugh that kicks the blues halfway to hell
The miles don't matter nor the time you see
This ache that lives in me it softens near you quietly
Writer: Lluís Colomer Coll
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid