A Movie Script Ending
Lyrics
Whenever I come back The air on railroad Is making the same sounds And the shop fronts on Hollyfull lyrics...
Whenever I come back The air on railroad Is making the same sounds And the shop fronts on Hollyfull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
acoustic rock instrumentationintricate melodic phrasing
thru composed melodic style
acoustic sonority
major key tonality
melodic songwriting
a good dose of acoustic guitar pickin'
a distinctive male lead vocal
acoustic rhythm guitars
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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When I awoke I was on the high-way A movie script ending You can't begin to get it back New bottoms on barstools High-way, high-way, high-way, high-way Passing through unconscious states And I'll put them to bed, but they won't sleep When I awoke I was on And they're all so excited, excited The people remain the same Songwriter: Benjamin Gibbard A meaningless movement Are dirty words Asterisks in for the vowels High-way, high-way, high-way, high-way High-way, high-way, high-way High-way, high-way, high-way Whenever I come back And the shop fronts on Holly Publishers: EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC., WHERE I'M CALLING FROM MUSIC And we peered through the windows The air on railroad Just shuffling the sheets, to toss and turn Is making the same sounds High-way, high-way, high-way And now we all know the words were true The headlights are beacons on the high-way And the patrons are leaving, leaving Passing through unconscious states In the sappiest songs, yes, yes As if saved from the gallows With prices inflating, inflating The onset of a later stage There's a bellow of buzzers Passing through unconscious states With your hands on my shoulders When I awoke I was on the high-way And people stop working



