Stef Chura - Slow Motion

Why can't I watch you?
Growing in slow motion
I can feel you starting
I can feel you slowing
Going down the road
In this out of control locomotive
That is not stopping
For no one

You bottle me in your pocket and explode
Ah, give me something and I don't know what it's for
And right when it starts to feel like home
It's time to go

You'll be looking
At a depression in the sand
At the silhouette
Of an unfolded hand
If there's nothing
At the finish of our plan
We can just start over
Right back where we began

If it doesn't happen too fast
It's gonna happen real slow
It will just slip out your fingers
No, you don't even notice
Which way it went, no
Which way it goes

Why can't I watch you?
Growing in slow motion
I can feel you starting
I can feel you slowing
Going down the road
In this out of control locomotive
That is not stopping
For no one

You bottle me in your pocket and explode
Ah, give me something and I don't know what it's for
And right when it starts to feel like home
It's gonna slip out your fingers
And you don't even notice
Which way it went, oh
Which way it goes

Written by:
Stephanie Nicole Chura

Publisher:
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