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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cherokee Social
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Julian Alexander Coiner
Songwriter
Texty
Walk away and you'll never call me baby once again
Today and I fought it but you had another way
Pull the chute before we hit this rocky bottom
Leave it all to you, place your number on my grave, baby
And I want it and I need it
Feel you runnin' through my head
On a steady plane
Come on, feel it, can't you see it?
Hoping I close your fear and fight
Then we hear it again
We could be it if we dream it
Singin' the damn song, make you mine
(It's enough)
Talk the way and I never saw it comin'
From a mile away, fingers crossed you'd never hear me say
Then the truth like a comet out of orbit leading
Straight to you, with your back against the wall as if you knew
And I want it and I need it
Feel you runnin' through my head
On a steady plane
Come on, feel it, can't you see it?
Hoping I close your fear and fight
Then we hear it again
We could be it if we dream it
Singin' the damn song, make you mine
(It's enough)
If you grabbed a dozen roses, would you run back bleeding?
Spread out in the garden wondering how we got here
Watch the golden hour fall, sit back risk it all
Meant for tender lovin', passed out by eleven
And I want it and I need it
Feel you runnin' through my head
On a steady plane
Come on, feel it, can't you see it?
Hoping I close your fear and fight
Then we hear it again
We could be it if we dream it
Singin' the damn song, make you mine
(It's enough)
(It's enough, it's enough)
(It's enough)
Written by: Julian Alexander Coiner