The New Spring - Gershwin's Invisible Year

In a necktie
Seated
Next to the overhead projector
That's humming
It's own tune
While projecting life unto a screen

This is the colour of light
This is the bluest of blue
This is the wind when you feel it
This is the water of love
This is the moment you know
This is the face when you see it

Mom and dad they don't know
That you see things in a different way
You told it to no one
Not even your best friend
That now you see things in a different way

This is the passage of joy
This is the door to your room
This is the sound when you sing it
This is the strings ringing out
This is the temple of song
This is the river flowing underneath it
This is the light as it bends
Enters the heart
Slowly, slowly, slowly
And this is the blood, the chaos, the obvious trace
This is the shape hidden in the lines on your faceSeated
Next to the overhead projector
That's humming
Its own tune
While projecting life unto a screen

This is the colour of light
This is the bluest of blue
This is the wind when you feel it
This is the water of love
This is the moment you know
This is the face when you see it

Mom and dad they don't know
That you see things in a different way
You told it to no one
Not even your best friend
That now you see things in a different way

This is the passage of joy
This is the door to your room
This is the wind when you feel it
This is the strings ringing out
This is the temple of song
This is the river flowing underneath it
This is the light as it bends
Enters the heart
Slowly, slowly, slowly
This is the blood, the chaos, the obvious trace
This is the shape hidden in the lines on your face

Written by:
Bastian Kallesøe,, Enrique Murga, Joachim Stidsen, Mads Risvang, Ramon Thomsen,

Publisher:
Lyrics © Tambourhinoceros ApS

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