Noise Ratchet and Jon Foreman - Desire

A summerset to my eyes, with memories of a child
I had no responsibilities, to help or to have more than I could hold onto
It's a slow song to me, desired

I run through the tree, my desire
As I wonder now all's grown cold, but in remembrance there's a story told
Of a softer song for a softer soul, and the innocent heart to hold

Written by:
JOHN PAYNE, ANDY NYE, GEOFF DOWNES

Publisher:
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing

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