Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Seafarers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Herd
Composer
Lyrics
You told me hey kid, don't sweat it
I've been wetting the bedsheets all my life
Shared your fries by the arches
I knew I could count on your advice
And the way the sun sets
Through the arms of the trees
Reminded me that there's a kind of poetry
That's been hidden from view
I don't know what it means
But I think I kinda like it that way
So we stayed up all night
And we kissed with our teeth
Cause I know you know I know you like it awkwardly
And the numbers on the digital clock
Meant nothing at all
We ran through traffic to catch it
Our tickets were valid until five
She plays guitar, from Toronto
Writes songs from the heart and she's here tonight
And the heat from the lights
And the sound of the teenagers
Thumping as she's speaking to them honestly
And each story she tells is a story that they
Might have lived or be living right now
It's an overwhelming feeling
When you're suddenly seen
For who you are and everything you want to be
And the numbers on the digital clock
Meant nothing at all
You're another vice
That's got me in a chokehold
You're another type
Of adrenalin addiction
And I'm learning why
I still need this constant validation
All the time
I think this means you've won
I read a book about failure
Unreal expectations are tell-tale signs
This recurring behaviour's been keeping me up
So I went online
And if you've got a million talents
I've a million and three
But I'm not immune from pay-to-view pornography
And all the notifications that occur in my sleep
If a tree falls does it make a sound?
And self importance has told me
That the world is imploding
But my parents both felt the same
And the numbers on the digital clock
Meant nothing at all
You're another vice
That's got me in a chokehold
You're another type
Of adrenalin addiction
And I'm learning why
I still need this constant validation
All the time
I think this means you've won
Writer(s): Matthew Herd
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