Folk pop, Medium tempo, organic, fun, playful, quirky, young, youthful, cute, sunny, carefree, feel good, Female vocals, acoustic guitar, ukulele, accordion, shaker, bass, drums, tambourine
Hypnotize me, make me remember lives like muscles Like brain waves swimming through my words Make me speak to you in languages I never learned Every sound waiting for its turn Im not the only one searching for a source Like the rivers we spring from underneath the earth And the water pumped from the soil Places of birth where the soul she met the body For the first time the rivers branch out in a hurry Systems, past lives brushing my hands Look me up inside the library that I carry Turn all the pages in my mind Take the passageway, the artery, travel my heart Follow the numbers down my spine Im not the only one searching for a source Like the rivers we spring from underneath the earth And the water pumped from the soil Places of birth where the soul she met the body For the first time the rivers branch out in a hurry Systems, past lives brushing my hands Im not the only one searching for a source Like the rivers we spring from underneath the earth And the water pumped from the soil Places of birth where the soul she met the body For the first time the rivers branch out in a hurry Systems, past lives brushing my hands