Liam Rogers, Synthzetic - Sunbeams Lyrics

Sunbeams on my face
Streamline the wavelengths
Of better days
Better days
Sunbeams on my face
Streamline the wavelengths
Of better days
Better days
Out of our control
As it’s uncontrollable
What’s so wrong with that
To detach
How were we to know
We fabricate the mind
In present moments, spark the sage
Elevate
I still search for great whites in
Lanes of shallow swimming pools
Wade outside the shadow’s shade
Infuse a groove, improve the mood
Couldn’t handle standing still
Accepted all trajectories
Darkness has its volume
But in the end it’s light that speaks
Sunbeams on my face
Streamline the wavelengths
Of better days
Better days
Sunbeams on my face
Streamline the wavelengths
Of better days
Better days
Pearl n tangerine barrels
We used to weave between carelessly
Bon Iver echoed in a sea of trees
Where we would swing in peace
When samara wings
Spiraled downwardly
Ripped from fibonacci’s dreams
Currents of the summer breeze
Brushed against my nostrils, sneezed
Reefer on the scoundrels in my company
Chuckling
All of that was love to me
Abundantly, I never seemed
Further from 100 feet
Underneath earth with centipedes
Everything was good to me
Two hawks
Swirl above a parking lot
I gawk, slack jawed
Stunned in awe
Like the mice they caught
I jot
My thoughts
Down on the parchment
My mother bought
No longer lost
No longer lost

Sunbeams on my face
Streamline the wavelengths
Of better days
Better days
Sunbeams on my face
Streamline the wavelengths
Of better days
Better days
Out of our control
As it’s uncontrollable
What’s so wrong with that
To detach
How were we to know
We fabricate the mind
In present moments, spark the sage
Elevate
I still search for great whites in
Lanes of shallow swimming pools
Wade outside the shadow’s shade
Infuse a groove, improve the mood
Couldn’t handle standing still
Accepted all trajectories
Darkness has its volume
But in the end it’s light that speaks
Sunbeams on my face
Streamline the wavelengths
Of better days
Better days
Sunbeams on my face
Streamline the wavelengths
Of better days
Better days
Pearl n tangerine barrels
We used to weave between carelessly
Bon Iver echoed in a sea of trees
Where we would swing in peace
When samara wings
Spiraled downwardly
Ripped from fibonacci’s dreams
Currents of the summer breeze
Brushed against my nostrils, sneezed
Reefer on the scoundrels in my company
Chuckling
All of that was love to me
Abundantly, I never seemed
Further from 100 feet
Underneath earth with centipedes
Everything was good to me
Two hawks
Swirl above a parking lot
I gawk, slack jawed
Stunned in awe
Like the mice they caught
I jot
My thoughts
Down on the parchment
My mother bought
No longer lost
No longer lost