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Mt. Olive
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Utwór Mt. Olive został wydany 24 kwietnia 2026 przez One is Three jako część albumu Gravity Blanket
24 kwietnia 2026
WytwórniaOne is Three
JęzykEnglish
BPM113
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia

Tekst Utworu

[Intro]
What I'd like to know, is where do you get the confidence from to make things?
[Verse 1]
Sits alone, twiddling his fingers
Killing time for no good reason when he's late
Heading home, floating down the freeway
From the Valley, like he's trying to escape
After school, we'll drive down to the ocean
Where they gossip and they all self-medicate
I'm alive, a picture on the bedside
Is a fiction and it's awful to the taste
[Chorus]
Close your eyes
There's something on the tip of my tongue
Angry still?
You're a soft soul in a cold, hard land
[Instrumental]
Every day is longer than the last one
We're still young, we don't have too much time to waste
Tell me where to meet you after New Year's?
I'm not desperate, but I'll go out of my way
Afternoon, we'll hike up to Mt. Olive
Listen twice through "Yellow House" and meditate
Summer days are year-round in our city
It's the seasons that we'll soon appreciate
[Chorus]
Close your eyes
There's something on the tip of my tongue
Angry still?
You're a soft soul in a cold, hard land
[Instrumental]
And oh, I want you to stay
Was a lightning bolt of honesty
To talk beside my bed
But I can't sleep with company
[Verse 2]
Getting old and clumsy, if you notice
Dropped my pencil, lost my wallet on the plane
Offering backhanded well wishes
To the co-worker commenting on my weight
Miss my home, the idea from a sketchbook
An imaginary family on a lake
Carry on, and order yourself takeout
Then just throw it out, pretend that it's okay
Pretend that it's okay, pretend that it's okay
Pretend that it's okay, pretend that it's okay
Pretend that it's okay
Pretend that it's okay, pretend that it's okay
Pretend that it's okay
Pretend that it's okay, pretend that it's okay
Pretend that it's okay
[Chorus]
Close your eyes
There's something on the tip of my tongue
Angry still?
You're a soft soul in a cold, hard land
Close your eyes
There's something on the tip of my tongue
Angry still?
You're a soft soul in a cold, hard land
Written by: Stephen Becker
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