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lyrics
Salt in the air
Where I felt my body disappear
Into light, sound, color
Buzzing, buzzing, buzzing clear.
And it brought me to that dream again,
Where the mountain meets the sea again
And I am a white wolf
Running, running, running free.
Then I remember my heart started beating
To the sound of the universe
I leaned into the feeling / Like a hummingbird
Leans into receiving sweet, sweet, nectar
When I fill my hands and drink it up, I think:
What are we made of?
Time is a river
And it’s just running, running, running forever.
Then I remember my heart started beating
To the sound of the universe
And I lean into the feeling / Like a hummingbird
Leans into receiving sweet, sweet nectar.
credits
from Mirrors To The Sun,
track released May 25, 2021
Music & lyrics by Lea Thomas
Performed by Lea Thomas (guitar, vocals), John Thayer (drums), Jeremy Mendicino (bass. guitar), Nico Osborne (trumpet), Craig Schenker (alto saxophone), Stan Zenkov (tenor saxophone)
Recorded by John Thayer and Jeremy Mendicino in Vermont with additional recording at Thump Studios in Brooklyn, NY
Mixed by John Thayer
Mastered by Sarah Register
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