produced by Nate Lockwood & Matthew Morgan
recorded & mixed by Nate Lockwood
mastered by Nick Lane
Matthew Morgan - acoustic guitar, mountain dulcimer, vocals
Liz Chidester - vocals
Chris Bosca - tenor guitar
Nate Lockwood - bass, percussion
Matthew Morgan Music © 2015
all rights reserved
Lyrics
Sometimes I feel like I cannot run,
just colors fading in the burning sun,
because I keep on believing that you'll come back this way
and it carries me over into another day.
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Now a dead sweat finds me in the frozen night,
staring down at the place you should be lying.
But, a skipped heart beat will not keep its time anymore than our promises are binding.
But, we could build a little house from the sticks and stones,
and fill it up with all the love we used to know
'long time ago.
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
(whistle)
All I ever thought I needed from this life
was a vision reversed and reflected in your eyes.
But, I can't and I won't, no I can't lie to you now.
This heart won't heal itself.
But, we could build a little house from the sticks and stones,
and fill it up with all the love we used to know
'long time ago.
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
