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Heidi Mitchell // Borrowed Time ft. Andrew Smith

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an original tune about growth, change and the perplexities of time
lyrics & vocals // heidi mitchell
guitar // andrew smith
filming & editing // jessica smith
A friend of mine says he's on borrowed time
And I keep saying that it's a perspective thing
One says that time moves slow and he's bored
Another says it all seems pretty normal
But on my end it's zipping by and slipping through and dancing past my eyes
A distraction, understanding that every moment dies
It meddles with my motivation and distracts me with imagination
Or surreal realism
Some things might convince you that life is pretty long
And I'm far too young to say
Borrowed time and pathways
Well, you could teach me how to shoot again
But it wouldn't be the same
Without that lady who don't speak to me
And all the games you'd play
Now your house is a journey away
Like we'd once worried about
Thank God none of that's relevant now
But you still ask me how I am
And you tell me to be safe
And it's been years and you're still saying I've got this sadness about me
Am I an easy read or is he off track?
Ramble, dear
A friend of mine says he's on borrowed time
And I can't answer questions like: how's life?
How has my day been and who the hell am I?
The ups and downs provide a nice balance
But there's a lot to look into
Sunday morning, passing the church folks
They're talking about their parties last night
Acoustics to the left and the circles to the right
A dollar for denim to distress
Convenience above being caressed
Haven't paid much mind to this lady in a while, so good morning
What a pleasant surprise to see you awake, but you look like you've been up all night
(chorus)
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lyrics & vocals // heidi mitchell
guitar // andrew smith
filming & editing // jessica smith
A friend of mine says he's on borrowed time
And I keep saying that it's a perspective thing
One says that time moves slow and he's bored
Another says it all seems pretty normal
But on my end it's zipping by and slipping through and dancing past my eyes
A distraction, understanding that every moment dies
It meddles with my motivation and distracts me with imagination
Or surreal realism
Some things might convince you that life is pretty long
And I'm far too young to say
Borrowed time and pathways
Well, you could teach me how to shoot again
But it wouldn't be the same
Without that lady who don't speak to me
And all the games you'd play
Now your house is a journey away
Like we'd once worried about
Thank God none of that's relevant now
But you still ask me how I am
And you tell me to be safe
And it's been years and you're still saying I've got this sadness about me
Am I an easy read or is he off track?
Ramble, dear
A friend of mine says he's on borrowed time
And I can't answer questions like: how's life?
How has my day been and who the hell am I?
The ups and downs provide a nice balance
But there's a lot to look into
Sunday morning, passing the church folks
They're talking about their parties last night
Acoustics to the left and the circles to the right
A dollar for denim to distress
Convenience above being caressed
Haven't paid much mind to this lady in a while, so good morning
What a pleasant surprise to see you awake, but you look like you've been up all night
(chorus)
comment // like // subscribe