Nightswimming
Lyrics
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago Turned around backwards so the windshield shows Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse still, it's so much clearerfull lyrics...
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago Turned around backwards so the windshield shows Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse still, it's so much clearerfull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
mellow rock instrumentationfolk influences
mild rhythmic syncopation
a prominent rhythm piano part
repetitive melodic phrasing
demanding instrumental part writing
use of a string ensemble
acoustic sonority
major key tonality
melodic songwriting
a dynamic male vocalist
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Nightswimming deserves a quiet night Side by side in orbit around the fairest sun? That bright, tight forever drum could not describe nightswimming I'm pining for the moon and what if there were two Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse still, it's so much clearer This one laughing quietly underneath my breath It's not like years ago, the fear of getting caught Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night September's coming soon Nightswimming Nightswimming deserves a quiet night You, I thought you knew me Of recklessness and water, they cannot see me naked Publisher: NIGHT GARDEN MUSIC I'm not sure all these people understand These things, they go away, replaced by everyday You, I thought I knew you, you I cannot judge The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago Turned around backwards so the windshield shows Songwriters: William Berry, Peter Buck, Mike Mills, Michael Stipe I forgot my shirt at the waters edge, the moon is low tonight Nightswimming, remembering that night The photograph reflects every streetlight a reminder



