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Isaac Peabody
Isaac Peabody
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaac Peabody
Isaac Peabody
Composer
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Isaac Peabody
Isaac Peabody
Producer
Jacob Morris
Jacob Morris
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Oh, I wish that Last summer's cherry cucumber flavor could last forever No wonder fall did a number on me when it came around (Oh, it came around) Big autumn brought its own problems And tripped me for good measure Fell so hard that when I got up, the world was upside down (Down, down, down, down, down, down) See I know seasons change And the same is true for humans Is that metaphor too tired? 'Cause my seasons ain't been moving (nope!) Yeah, I remember summer And everything changed in fall It's been six more weeks of winter When is spring gonna call? (Hi, hi) Hypothetically speaking I know time should bring a new season But if I'm honest Right now, everything's dreary So I hold on to my spring theory Hold on Spring theory Hold on Spring theory (yeah) Ayy, came up south of rain city, so I know How to wait, wait around for the sun to finally show And it goes on for what seems like forever But when it comes around, it's better late than never So God, I been waiting I even seen glimpses while praying I thought I was patient but clearly I'm still feeling big feelings Most days I watch grass grow (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Most days time moves that slow Hypothetically speaking I know time should bring a new season But if I'm honest Right now, everything's dreary So I hold on to my spring theory Hold on Spring theory Hold on Spring theory Hold on Spring theory Hold on Last summer's cherry cucumber flavor was quite a memory But reminiscing and missing that taste won't bring it around Could autumn be some forgotten road to sanctuary? Stripping away the display to show the solid ground Everything I trusted in is broken down And rusted in from practice to people But You came like a gust of wind When I was standing bristling outside the cathedral You call my name, call me home, call me loved when I'm weary You are the way, You're the hope, You're enough (Spring...) Hypothetically speaking I know time should bring a new season But if I'm honest Right now, everything's dreary So I hold on to my spring theory Hold on Spring theory Hold on Spring theory Hold on Spring theory Hold on
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