| Song | Everything has Changed |
| Artist | Hemlock Smith |
| Album | Everything has Changed |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I guess the fog will soon be lifting, finally | |
| And clear the streets, our common maze | |
| But my soul, it keeps on drifting | |
| Out through the windshield, into the day | |
| And as I turn, there, at the streetlight | |
| I notice everything has changed | |
| Everything has changed | |
| I guess that poetry’s uplifting, actually | |
| It frees our hearts, our common gaze | |
| But my soul, it keeps on shifting | |
| Forever different, in a haze | |
| And as I turn, there, at the crossroads | |
| I notice everything has changed - | |
| Oh when she closed the door | |
| I felt sad in a way I’d never been before | |
| Sad in a way like never before | |
| ‘Cos everything had changed. | |
| I guess the town will soon be roaring, endlessly | |
| And shroud my silence, like a grave | |
| My body’s cold, and still, it’s soaring | |
| Has it been our last embrace ? | |
| And as I turn, there, at the corner | |
| I notice everything has changed | |
| Everything has changed | |
| Everything has changed |
| I guess the fog will soon be lifting, finally | |
| And clear the streets, our common maze | |
| But my soul, it keeps on drifting | |
| Out through the windshield, into the day | |
| And as I turn, there, at the streetlight | |
| I notice everything has changed | |
| Everything has changed | |
| I guess that poetry' s uplifting, actually | |
| It frees our hearts, our common gaze | |
| But my soul, it keeps on shifting | |
| Forever different, in a haze | |
| And as I turn, there, at the crossroads | |
| I notice everything has changed | |
| Oh when she closed the door | |
| I felt sad in a way I' d never been before | |
| Sad in a way like never before | |
| ' Cos everything had changed. | |
| I guess the town will soon be roaring, endlessly | |
| And shroud my silence, like a grave | |
| My body' s cold, and still, it' s soaring | |
| Has it been our last embrace ? | |
| And as I turn, there, at the corner | |
| I notice everything has changed | |
| Everything has changed | |
| Everything has changed |
| I guess the fog will soon be lifting, finally | |
| And clear the streets, our common maze | |
| But my soul, it keeps on drifting | |
| Out through the windshield, into the day | |
| And as I turn, there, at the streetlight | |
| I notice everything has changed | |
| Everything has changed | |
| I guess that poetry' s uplifting, actually | |
| It frees our hearts, our common gaze | |
| But my soul, it keeps on shifting | |
| Forever different, in a haze | |
| And as I turn, there, at the crossroads | |
| I notice everything has changed | |
| Oh when she closed the door | |
| I felt sad in a way I' d never been before | |
| Sad in a way like never before | |
| ' Cos everything had changed. | |
| I guess the town will soon be roaring, endlessly | |
| And shroud my silence, like a grave | |
| My body' s cold, and still, it' s soaring | |
| Has it been our last embrace ? | |
| And as I turn, there, at the corner | |
| I notice everything has changed | |
| Everything has changed | |
| Everything has changed |