Annabelle Tiffin — Currents: тексты песен, клипы и концерты

Annabelle Tiffin

Currents

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Singer/Songwriter

Трек «Currents» вышел в 9 января 2026 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «AnnabelleTiffin»)Currents - Single

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Julian Feifel

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Annabelle Tiffin

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Julian Feifel

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Thinking bout your ghost

With a halo over your head

Thinking bout your soul

If it's gone or if its just left

I don't know the rules

Of the living, or the undead

I don't know how to

Get up out of this warm bed

Sitting on the edge of the bleachers

With my one friend

I don't really know bout the rest

Where they all went

I won't lose control, be alone

God I'm so spent

I can't let them know that I'm tired

Where my joy went

I've been falling for a while

Victim of this world and its cruelties

I, I'll still put on a smile

Take a moment still and just breathe

Standing on the corner of the street

Watching cars pass

I try to enjoy simple things while they still last

I don't really know if time heals

Like they say that

Cause everything still feels fresh and new

Through the salt at

Hardly healing wounds from the fighting

From the combat

Baseless allegations that they make

This is my life

Damaged reputation, catch a break

With borrowed time

Remembering the things in my life

I can call mine

I've been falling for a while

Missing all too much for self-pity

I've been thinking bout a lot

Things cannot be forgot

Things so pretty

So when the sky turns gray, I'll stay

Anchor pulling down on my ship

Now a shipwreck

Drowning in a sea, but the sea

Is my own head

I've been searching long, searching low

For the treasure chest

At this point I just feel like I might find it

But with nothing left

Sitting on the beach by the water

I'll just sink in

Lightly flowing breeze in the air

Brushing my skin

I'll lay on my back, water's cold

And my mind spins

Flowing with the tides

With the waves

With the currents

Written by: Annabelle Tiffin, Julian Feifel

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