David Lingabee Songs & Songwriting

Song#: 7

Album
Name of Song: Automatic pasts

Whoaaa…
My now is quite a rush,
So different from my usual way
As now becomes my past.

Capturing the moment,
A gallant thing to do,
Exposing automatic pasts
that negate what’s left of you.

This endless automatic past,
A fleeting flash in time,
My now is past before I know
and recorded in my mind.

Chorus
Fleeting flashing moments,
They flash too fast to see,
They’re inside every moment lived,
The door to how we “be”.
I try to slow it down a bit,
I think I see at last,
Fleeting flashing moments change
into automatic pasts.
______

Capturing the moment,
A gallant thing to do,
Exposing automatic pasts
that negate what’s left of you.

This endless automatic past,
A fleeting flash in time,
My now is past before I know
and recorded in my mind.

Chorus
Fleeting flashing moments,
They flash too fast to see,
They’re inside every moment lived,
The door to how we “be”.
I try to slow it down a bit,
I think I see at last,
Fleeting flashing moments change
into automatic pasts.
______

Whoaaa…
My now is quite a rush,
So different from my usual way
As now becomes my past.

Capturing the moment,
A gallant thing to do,
Exposing automatic pasts
that negate what’s left of you.

This endless automatic past,
A fleeting flash in time,
My now is past before I know
and recorded in my mind.

Chorus
Fleeting flashing moments,
They flash too fast to see,
They’re inside every moment lived,
The door to how we “be”.
I try to slow it down a bit,
I think I see at last,
Fleeting flashing moments change
into automatic pasts.
______

Capturing the moment,
A gallant thing to do,
Exposing automatic pasts
that negate what’s left of you.

This endless automatic past,
A fleeting flash in time,
My now is past before I know
and recorded in my mind.

Chorus
Fleeting flashing moments,
They flash too fast to see,
They’re inside every moment lived,
The door to how we “be”.
I try to slow it down a bit,
I think I see at last,
Fleeting flashing moments change
into automatic pasts.
______

Bridge
We live on automatic,
But sometimes stop to look,
What really keeps us going strong
And keeps us on the hook.
_____

Whoaaa…
My now is quite a rush,
So different from my usual way
As now becomes my past.

Capturing the moment,
A gallant thing to do,
Exposing automatic pasts
that negate what’s left of you.

This endless automatic past,
A fleeting flash in time,
My now is past before I know
and recorded in my mind.

Chorus
Fleeting flashing moments,
They flash too fast to see,
They’re inside every moment lived,
The door to how we “be”.
I try to slow it down a bit,
I think I see at last,
Fleeting flashing moments change
into automatic pasts.
______

Capturing the moment,
A gallant thing to do,
Exposing automatic pasts
that negate what’s left of you.

This endless automatic past,
A fleeting flash in time,
My now is past before I know
and recorded in my mind.

Chorus
Fleeting flashing moments,
They flash too fast to see,
They’re inside every moment lived,
The door to how we “be”.
I try to slow it down a bit,
I think I see at last,
Fleeting flashing moments change
into automatic pasts.
______

Whoaaa…
My now is quite a rush,
So different from my usual way
As now becomes my past.

Capturing the moment,
A gallant thing to do,
Exposing automatic pasts
that negate what’s left of you.

This endless automatic past,
A fleeting flash in time,
My now is past before I know
and recorded in my mind.

Chorus
Fleeting flashing moments,
They flash too fast to see,
They’re inside every moment lived,
The door to how we “be”.
I try to slow it down a bit,
I think I see at last,
Fleeting flashing moments change
into automatic pasts.
______

Capturing the moment,
A gallant thing to do,
Exposing automatic pasts
that negate what’s left of you.

This endless automatic past,
A fleeting flash in time,
My now is past before I know
and recorded in my mind.

Chorus
Fleeting flashing moments,
They flash too fast to see,
They’re inside every moment lived,
The door to how we “be”.
I try to slow it down a bit,
I think I see at last,
Fleeting flashing moments change
into automatic pasts.
______

This endless automatic past,
A fleeting flash in time,
My now is past before I know
and recorded in my mind.

Capturing the moment,
A gallant thing to do,
Exposing automatic pasts
that negate what’s left of you.
_______

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