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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sonic Shoreline
Sonic Shoreline
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Gesualdi
Christopher Gesualdi
Songwriter
Matthew Connolly
Matthew Connolly
Songwriter

Lyrics

Thought about drones and ufos
More than my mom last week
Losing homes but keeping hope
Man I can't go to sleep
Disaster, fear, disease
Hot wars all I need is
To escape I meditate
To put my mind at ease
Realize it's all love
When I rise above
Cause finding happiness is
What even the most evil of us want
When I chased it through the bottle
I got abrasive time wasted
Anxiety wildfires inside me
Now it's time to face my greatness
I am just a wave in the ocean
Walk the blade while I'm hoping
I can make some music beautiful
With keys that are broken
I got to do life my way
Living grandly without a Steinway
Hardcore hopeful till I fly away
Cause really it's all love
Coming through these rhymes
In a never-ending flood
And really it's all love
Coming through these rhymes
In a never-ending flood
I learned to fly from the free fall
Everybody act tall
Till the floor drops out
Gaining pace, the raindrop race
Feels tough, then less so
The clouds say come home
I learned to fly from the free fall
Everybody act tall
Till the floor drops out
Gaining pace, the raindrop race
Feels tough, then less so
The clouds say come home
Yeah yeah
I met this street prophet selling soda cans
Galaxy green eyes familiar
I didn't know the man
But we just some humans
Getting by on this rock
I rounded escalator top
I had to pause and hear him talk
And he was saying
You disturb you more than anybody else
That's why I'm putting these vibes out
I'm preaching for they health and
Think about how your decisions gon age
Because tomorrow's yesterday is just today
Peace will overcome the rage
Cause really it's all love
Coming through these rhymes
In a never-ending flood
And really it's all love
Coming through these rhymes
In a never-ending flood
Really it's all love
Coming through these rhymes
In a never-ending flood
Really it's all love
Coming through these rhymes
In a never-ending flood
I learned to fly from the free fall
Everybody act tall
Till the floor drops out
Gaining pace, the raindrop race
Feels tough, then less so
The clouds say come home
When the grace and the space
From this chase, it finds you
Any comfort and calmness
If we're being honest
Were way harder to greet
Than I thought they would be
Written by: Christopher Gesualdi, Matthew Connolly
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