Every Day Is A Song - BUNT., Austin Jenckes

Wake up

Days turn to weeks and the weeks to months

Starting to feel like I’ve had enough

It’s starting to all feel the same

Wake up

Fires burned out when the morning comes

Embers to ashes and dust to dust

When I feel it slipping away

I hear it rising, rising with the sun

My hands are a choir and my heart is a drum

Beating desire, every day is a song

So sing out

Like a bell in the night, let it ring out

The air in my lungs becomes a shout

With every breath that I take

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

And breathe in

This very second is a chance to begin

Every moment’s a reason to live

Reason for living today

I hear it rising, rising with the sun

My hands are a choir and my heart is a drum

Beating desire, every day is a song

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa