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[Intro] [Verse] Between the stacks of "History" You bumped right into clumsy me I was hunting for a dusty spine You were standing right in line A paper-thin coincidence That didn't make a lick of sense [Pre-Chorus] Then we started talking shop And I didn't want to stop You scribbled digits on a scrap I fell right into your trap [Chorus] Oh, the sun is spilling gold A story waiting to be told Dappled light through oak tree leaves While I’m shaking in my sleeves My hands are tremoring on the chrome Biking all the way back home [Verse] Was it issue four or five? Keeping the DIY dream alive We rambled on about the ink I forgot to even blink You laughed at my favorite band While you reached out for my hand [Pre-Chorus] I’m a little bit confused But I’m very much amused Twenty minutes flew so fast Hope this feeling’s gonna last [Chorus] Oh, the sun is spilling gold A story waiting to be told Dappled light through oak tree leaves While I’m shaking in my sleeves My hands are tremoring on the chrome Biking all the way back home [Bridge] My tote bag’s heavy with the weight Of a very unexpected date Crumpled edges peeking out What is this all about? The bells are ringing in my head Thinking 'bout the things we said [Verse] The oak trees cast a net of shade I’m glad for the mistake I made Crumpled paper in my bag Like a tiny white surrender flag My handlebars are feeling slick My heart is playing quite a trick [Chorus] Oh, the sun is spilling gold A story waiting to be told Dappled light through oak tree leaves While I’m shaking in my sleeves My hands are tremoring on the chrome Biking all the way back home [Post-Chorus] Biking home in the gold Biking home, getting bold Biking home in the gold Biking home, stories told [Outro]
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