Hurried Bloom Lyrics - Parables For Wooden Ears - Powderfinger
She has a hand of reasons to lose him
He liberates her often hidden smile
She buried trust faded away
He swallowed any promises they made
Darkness to weave its silent track
Stars decorate a shroud of black
Night closed the door on a fertile mind
And captured the light that the day worked so hard to provide
Vibrant golden hues
Melt into morning's hurried bloom
Whisper the secrets from night to day
Bird announces the dawning and fills it with praise
And the wound slowly heals
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And the wound slowly heals
Writer: Jonathan R. Coghill, John A. Collins, Ian D. Haug, Darren S. Middleton, Bernard J. Fanning
Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
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