Like the setting sun
No one and anyone here look more
When you're sinking downFind your favorite dream
That comes next to me
I'm softer than the groundTime's been pretty and it feels like a circle
And you won't let me see
But I've come to find
Moments like quarters in a pocket
And all belongs to meMy favorite cloath
And all the pain we know
Comes from what's your favorite a circleI'll get off your chest
And throw it underneath
See the river with the cold waterTime's been pretty and it feels like a circle
And you won't let me see
But I've come to find
Moments like quarters in a pocket
And all belongs to meI vowed your sign
And you were in line
I promise youTime's been pretty and it feels like a circle
And you won't let me see
But I've come to find
Moments like quarters in a pocket
Discovered accidentally
Songwriters
BEAM, SAMUELPublished by
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.