Dreamsicle

Dreamsicle
I heard your song and followed it right down the street
This year's been hard to swallow
So you're just what I need
Now that I finally have you, I feel time slippin' away
My mind's already working past you before I've had a taste

Dreamsicle, so sweet and simple
Drippin' down my fingers in the sun
Dreamsicle, perfectly fickle
Your magic melts away before I'm done
I cry that things are over
While the party's still going
I press petals between pages
when the flowers are still growing
I overthink a moment right down to the minute
Will I еver enjoy anything
While I'm standin' in it?
Drеamsicle, so sweet and simple
Drippin' down my fingers in the sun
Dreamsicle, perfectly fickle
Your magic melts away before I'm done
Nothing gold can stay
But the gold's not what I came for
Through fevers, pipes and days
All I want is what I paid for
Dreamsicle, so sweet and simple
Drippin' down my fingers in the sun
Dreamsicle, perfectly fickle
Your magic melts away before I'm done

Can't save it for later
So just savor what you can
En 'Dreamsicle' de Maren Morris, la narradora busca esa sensación de dulzura y simplicidad que se desliza entre sus dedos bajo el sol, representada por un Dreamsicle...