Soon

  • Soon you'll not remember anything
    But then someday neither will I
    Tomorrow though is nothing to fear
    Because father it's always today

    Life won't flash before your eyes
    Instead we'll fall away then melt like snow
    The secret storms of your wild youth
    Now just gentle breezes, warm and faint

    Soon you'll not remember anything
    But then some day neither will I
    Tomorrow though has nothing to fear
    Because father it's always today

    I can't ride on your cold tails again
    Like I always did as a little boy
    We are sand in all the old shores now
    My whole hand hanging onto your thumb
    There's a place in the palace of you
    We can always be standing like that
    We could hide in there, just as we were then
    Just my father and I am just your son
    Your son
    Your son
    Soon Writer/s: Garret Lee, Gary Lightbody, John McDaid, Jonathan Graham Quinn, Nathan Connolly, Paul Wilson
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Spirit Music Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments

Be the first to comment...

Editor's Picks

Dan ReedSongwriter Interviews

Dan cracked the Top 40 with "Ritual," then went to India and spent 2 hours with the Dalai Lama.

DevoSongwriter Interviews

Devo founders Mark Mothersbaugh and Jerry Casale take us into their world of subversive performance art. They may be right about the De-Evoloution thing.

Peter LordSongwriter Interviews

You may not recognize his name, but you will certainly recognize Peter Lord's songs. He wrote the bevy of hits from Paula Abdul's second album, Spellbound.

Producer Ron NevisonSong Writing

Ron Nevison explains in very clear terms the Quadrophenia concept and how Heart staged their resurgence after being dropped by their record company.

Goodbye, Hello: Ten Farewell Tour Fake-OutsSong Writing

The 10 biggest "retirement tours" that didn't take.

Tommy JamesSongwriter Interviews

"Mony Mony." "Crimson and Clover." "Draggin' The Line." The hits kept coming for Tommy James, and in a plot line fit for a movie, his record company was controlled by the mafia.