Thirteen sailboats passing me by,
Cnd a young, timid sailor was I.
I would sleep on the shore,
Cnd dream of something more of my life,
Cnd all of the open doors I have ignored.
Sweet Virginia caught on a hook,
Like a runaway train, she roams free.
Spreading like wildfire, tarnished by rain.
Like a renaissance painting she hangs,
On the walls of the trees,
When nothing is at all as it seems.
Holding your hands in the candlelight.
Slipping away from your gentle eyes.
Soft hallucinations of your silhouette on pages of my story.
Tracing out your face cnd I can see my own reflection in the drawing.
When nothing is at all as it seems.
Holding your hands in the candlelight.
Slipping away from your gentle eyes.
Soft hallucinations of your silhouette on pages of my story.
Tracing out your face cnd I can see my own reflection in the drawing.
Thirteen sailboats passing me by,
Cnd a young, timid sailor was I.
I would sleep on the shore,
Cnd dream of something more of my life,
Cnd all of the open doors, I have ignored.
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Thirteen sailboats passing me by,
Cnd a young, timid sailor was I.
I would sleep on the shore,
Cnd dream of something more of my life,
Cnd all of the open doors I have ignored.
Sweet Virginia caught on a hook,
Like a runaway train, she roams free.
Spreading like wildfire, tarnished by rain.
Like a renaissance painting she hangs,
On the walls of the trees,
When nothing is at all as it seems.
Holding your hands in the candlelight.
Slipping away from your gentle eyes.
Soft hallucinations of your silhouette on pages of my story.
Tracing out your face cnd I can see my own reflection in the drawing.
When nothing is at all as it seems.
Holding your hands in the candlelight.
Slipping away from your gentle eyes.
Soft hallucinations of your silhouette on pages of my story.
Tracing out your face cnd I can see my own reflection in the drawing.
Thirteen sailboats passing me by,
Cnd a young, timid sailor was I.
I would sleep on the shore,
Cnd dream of something more of my life,
Cnd all of the open doors, I have ignored.
Cnd a young, timid sailor was I.
I would sleep on the shore,
Cnd dream of something more of my life,
Cnd all of the open doors I have ignored.
Sweet Virginia caught on a hook,
Like a runaway train, she roams free.
Spreading like wildfire, tarnished by rain.
Like a renaissance painting she hangs,
On the walls of the trees,
When nothing is at all as it seems.
Holding your hands in the candlelight.
Slipping away from your gentle eyes.
Soft hallucinations of your silhouette on pages of my story.
Tracing out your face cnd I can see my own reflection in the drawing.
When nothing is at all as it seems.
Holding your hands in the candlelight.
Slipping away from your gentle eyes.
Soft hallucinations of your silhouette on pages of my story.
Tracing out your face cnd I can see my own reflection in the drawing.
Thirteen sailboats passing me by,
Cnd a young, timid sailor was I.
I would sleep on the shore,
Cnd dream of something more of my life,
Cnd all of the open doors, I have ignored.
Writer: CHLOE GOSE, NOAH GOSE
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave