Hold Still and Feel It Go 2 (versión 2)

Verse 1

Rustic door swings open into gold light

The smell of cut grass like my grandfather's skin tonight

Grandma says she remembers when the sky turned pink and wide

She learned to hold still in a moment that won't subside

We're dancing barefoot on a porch step worn thin

Sunburnt knees against her denim, dust collecting where it should not win

I ask if this feeling was the same when she was young like me

If there's magic hidden inside every single memory

Pre-Chorus

Is it something we inherit or is it just tonight?

Am I feeling what she felt fifty years ago shining bright?

Tell me, Grandma, do you still feel that spark in your bones?

Can we keep this feeling right here where the sun's going home?

Chorus

Hold still and feel it go, hold still and let it show

Hold still and watch the colors start to grow

This is the slowest part of summer yet it feels like gold

I'm holding on with you, Grandma, to this feeling we've been told

Verse 2

Cousin's old guitar leaning against a fencepost warm

Auntie taught him how to play a single note that turns us calm

The crickets start a rhythm underneath our bare feet

We're learning every moment is something worth keeping

You say it's not just the sunset turning orange and wide

It's in the way we breathe when nobody's trying to hide

That this feeling could be a doorway back to where we came from long ago

If we hold still enough for a memory to finally grow

Pre-Chorus

Is it something we inherit or is it just tonight?

Am I feeling what she felt fifty years ago shining bright?

Tell me, Grandma, do you still feel that spark in your bones?

Can we keep this feeling right here where the sun's going home?

Chorus

Hold still and feel it go, hold still and let it show

Hold still and watch the colors start to grow

This is the slowest part of summer yet it feels like gold

I'm holding on with you, Grandma, to this feeling we've been told

Bridge

I don't know what tomorrow brings or if we'll stay right here

But I think maybe that's not the point when every memory clears

It's in these long seconds caught between one day turning into another

That's where the real magic lives and it feels like we're both mothers now

Chorus

Hold still and feel it go, hold still and let it show

Hold still and watch the colors start to grow

This is the slowest part of summer yet it feels like gold

I'm holding on with you, Grandma, to this feeling we've been told