Tuesday, May 31, 2016

That song from Rydeon

A few weeks ago, Sharon had an amazing song on that I totally got into but didn't know how to track down the title or any information about it. To make my Memorial Day ride even better, she played that song again and the band name was on the screen in front, so I tracked it down at home. It's beautiful! I played it for Hope and for Grandma Joonie. Here it is:

 
 
Like A River Runs
by Bleachers
 
 
I woke up thinking you were still here
My hands shaking with regret
I've held this dream for such a long long time
And I wanna get up
To the rhythm of a wild, to the rhythm of a wild heart
That beats, that beats like a rolling drum
 
I saw you standing on the corner
I saw you standing on your own
And I get the feeling that it's all, it's all a dream
And I wanna get up
To the rhythm of a wild, to the rhythm of a wild heart
That beats, that beats like a drum
 
When I fall asleep I can see your face
What I lost in you I cannot replace
And I could run away, I could let them down
But I will remember your light
 
Your light it follows me in darkness
I'm trying hard but I can't win
And I've played the victim for a long, long time
And I wanna grow up
From the rhythm of a young, from the rhythm of a younger heart
It leads just like a river runs
 
Tonight I sit over the parkway
The summer's gone and I'm alone
And I get the feeling that you're somewhere close
And I wanna get up
To the rhythm of your wild, to the rhythm of your wild heart
It beats, been beating since you've gone
 
When I fall asleep I can see your face
What I lost in you I will not replace
And I could run away, I could let them down
But I will remember
 
When I fall asleep I can see your face
What I lost in you I will not replace
And I could run away, I could let them down
And I know you're gone but I still I will remember your light
 
I will remember (x4)
 
And if you see me in the darkness
I hope you know I'm not alone
I carry you with every breath I take
I won't let up, I won't let up
Until the wind is gone


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