EPISODE · Apr 19, 2017 · 3 MIN
Cinnamon
from Sean Fournier · host Sean Fournier
This song is about how the sense of smell can trigger memories. LYRICS: This world ain't big enough for what I'm about to do. Take a heart that broke apart and make it feel new. So I've been hiding in the pines practicing my lines. This world ain't strong enough for what you're about to say. Take a heart that broke apart and turn it away. But the memories begin as soon as I breathe you in. So here we are. Alone again. You fill the air with cinnamon. Every breath that I take I feel my heart begin to brake all over again. Cinnamon. This world ain't big enough to keep it away. No matter where I go it still finds a way. Floating on the breeze. Dancing through the trees. So here we are. Alone again. You fill the air with cinnamon. Every breath that I take I feel my heart begin to brake all over again. Cinnamon. If i could only hold my breath then I'd be fine. Because as soon as I breathe you in you cross my mind. And my memory starts to fold. My heart rewinds and it brings me back to you. So here we are. Alone again. You fill the air with cinnamon. Every breath that I take I feel my heart begin to brake all over again. Cinnamon.
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This song is about how the sense of smell can trigger memories. LYRICS: This world ain't big enough for what I'm about to do. Take a heart that broke apart and make it feel new. So I've been hiding in the pines practicing my lines. This world ain't strong enough for what you're about to say. Take a heart that broke apart and turn it away. But the memories begin as soon as I breathe you in. So here we are. Alone again. You fill the air with cinnamon. Every breath that I take I feel my heart begin to brake all over again. Cinnamon. This world ain't big enough to keep it away. No matter where I go it still finds a way. Floating on the breeze. Dancing through the trees. So here we are. Alone again. You fill the air with cinnamon. Every breath that I take I feel my heart begin to brake all over again. Cinnamon. If i could only hold my breath then I'd be fine. Because as soon as I breathe you in you cross my mind. And my memory starts to fold. My heart rewinds and it brings me back to you. So here we are. Alone again. You fill the air with cinnamon. Every breath that I take I feel my heart begin to brake all over again. Cinnamon.
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Cinnamon
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