Secret Babies
SITTING ON A BACKFIRED DAY
By: Secret Babies
Catalog ID: 502017   Duration: 4:49   Tempo: Med Fast   BPM: 140   Vocal: Female Vocals
Genre: Rock Music | Pop Rock
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A soft, acoustic song, with gorgeous cello leading into a subtle female vocal, singing about golden days and missed connections. Great for intimate moments, outdoor autumn advertising scenes, sunrises, lifetime dramas, warm hot chocolate, mellow wine advertisements.   Keywords: Peaceful, flowing singer/songwriter track: pensive upbeat soft relationships moon day outdoors nature loving emotional she you and I love worry colors blame



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Lyrics:
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Backfired Days
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Wishing that your hair was golden
With light and rain
She's waltzing through the night and as the music flows
I see her still smile your nanme

Do you think I floated?
Do you think I noticed
The colours of her hair?

Maybe I'm just sleep-sighing, she says
It's awfully cold for May.
She's walking through the night and as the evening slows
I'd rather be near than stay.

Do you think she noticed?
I think she's floating
On circles in the air

You think she's flying?
I think she's trying what you, cause

In a space as round as the moon,
We're sitting on a backfired day
And in place of icicle tunes
I'm hearing you call

Wishing that the light was frozen with signs of day
She's wandering through the night and in the dimming glow
We're watching her walk away

Do you think I floated?
Do you think I noticed
the colours of her hair?

In a space as round as the moon,
We're sitting on a backfired day
And in place of icicle tunes
I'm hearing you call her name

But if the landing softens the fall
And you'll tell me that I'm not to blame
Then I'll come down from the moon.

I'm thinking of silver moths on the wind
But freedom means she's on the outside
And yet I know that the thoughts that both of you bring
Are sitting in the backlight.

In a space as round as the moon,
We're sitting on a backfired day
And in place of icicle tunes
I'm hearing you call her name

But if the landing softens the fall
And you'll tell me that I'm not to blame
Then I'll come down from the moon.

From the moon...
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