Asking The Aspens Songtext
There were times in the middle when I held you
Between my thoughts
Like when you burned all your paintings in the backyard
Couldn't be stopped
Or how your hammered up a ladder to summit the roof
And Dean held the nails
There were times in the middle when I loved you
Heavy and soft
We were way too stoned to stand
Between my thoughts
Like when you burned all your paintings in the backyard
Couldn't be stopped
Or how your hammered up a ladder to summit the roof
And Dean held the nails
There were times in the middle when I loved you
Heavy and soft
We were way too stoned to stand
But we made it to the top
And you were holding 'both my hands
And tryna pull me up, mmm
'Cause I was ten then I was fifteen
Then I was yesterday afternoon
And I was hangin' from the feeling
That someday you would bloom
Just asking the aspens to grow a boy like you
I keep asking the aspens to grow a boy like you
There were times in the middle when I held you
And it feel like snow
Yeah, you're the only kind of weather so weightless
I can't feel when I've let you go
And there you aren't in any of it
Hangin' sideways like a tree
In the hillside of last summer
In the hillside of a memory
We were way stoned to stand
But we made it to the top
And you holding both my hands
And tryna pull me up, mmm
'Cause I was ten then I was fifteen
Then I was yesterday afternoon (-noon)
And I was hangin' from the feeling (The feeling)
That someday you would bloom
Just asking the aspens to grow a boy like you
I keep asking the aspens to grow a boy like you
And you were holding 'both my hands
And tryna pull me up, mmm
'Cause I was ten then I was fifteen
Then I was yesterday afternoon
And I was hangin' from the feeling
That someday you would bloom
Just asking the aspens to grow a boy like you
I keep asking the aspens to grow a boy like you
There were times in the middle when I held you
And it feel like snow
Yeah, you're the only kind of weather so weightless
I can't feel when I've let you go
And there you aren't in any of it
Hangin' sideways like a tree
In the hillside of last summer
In the hillside of a memory
We were way stoned to stand
But we made it to the top
And you holding both my hands
And tryna pull me up, mmm
'Cause I was ten then I was fifteen
Then I was yesterday afternoon (-noon)
And I was hangin' from the feeling (The feeling)
That someday you would bloom
Just asking the aspens to grow a boy like you
I keep asking the aspens to grow a boy like you
