church st.

It's been a year now, maybe longer

Since she felt the sun shine on her long hair

And she still got salt in her old sneakers

Just to remind her that she used to have adventures

Now she's in an office sending correspondence

To the queens of Sheba in their LA apartments

And she hears her heartbeat, slow and synthetic

She wants that rush but she can't figure where to get it

And she thinks, "I'm getting older by the minute

What's this life if I'm not brave enough to live it?"

So she made a promise right there on Church street

To let the light in and stop living in the back seat

And in an instant something was different

Her eyes inhaled and woke to see what she'd been missing

And in a chorus all around her

With hands to heaven and voices filled with laughter

The world sang, "We're getting older by the minute

What's this life if we're not brave enough to live it?"

Now she sees in color

Now she moves like fire

Now she hears in harmony

Now she sees in color

Now she moves like fire

Now she hears in harmony

Now she sees in color (Sees in color)

Now she moves like fire (Moves like fire)

Now she hears in harmony

Now she sees in color (Sees in color)

Now she moves like fire (Moves like fire)

She hears in harmony