BRETT SCALLIONS~"Shimmer & Innocent"😇(🎙FUEL⛽) LIVE@ BALLROOM AT WAREHOUSE LIVE in 🇨🇱 TEXAS 🍺

BRETT SCALLIONS~"Shimmer & 5:00 Innocent"😇(🎙FUEL⛽) LIVE@ BALLROOM AT WAREHOUSE LIVE Houston in 🇨🇱 TEXAS 🍺6-19-21
Brett Scallions🎙; Phil Buckman🎸
Jason Womack🎸;Shannon boone🥁
Audio Filters={Dynamics Processing}+{DeReverb=Light Reduction}+{DeNoise}+(10 band Graphic Equalizer)+(DeHummer=200 Hz Notch)
https://www.brettscallions.com/ (120dB 🔊speakers!😬😬)
"Shimmer"
She calls me from the cold
Just when I was low, feeling short of stable
All that she intends
And all she keeps inside isn't on the label
She says she's ashamed
And can she take me for awhile?
And can I be a friend
We'll forget the past but maybe I'm not able
And I break at the bend
We're here and now
Will we ever be again
'Cause I have found
All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade away again
She dreams a champagne dream
Strawberry surprise, pink linen and white paper
Lavender and cream
Fields of butterflies, reality escapes her
She says that love is for fools who fall behind
And I'm somewhere between
I never really know a killer from a savior
'Til I break at the bend
We're here and now
Will we ever be again
'Cause I have found
All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade away again
It's too far away for me to hold too far away
It's too far away for me to hold too far away
It's too far away for me to hold too far away
It's too far away for me to hold too far away
It's too far away for me to hold too far away
It's too far away for me to hold too far away
Guess I'll let it go
"Innocent"
Satan, you know where I lie
Gently I go into that good night
All our lives get complicated
Search for pleasures overrated
Never armed our souls
What the future would hold
When we were innocent
Angels, lend me your might
Forfeit all my lives to get just one right
All those colors long since faded
All our smiles are confiscated
Never were we told
We'd be bought and sold
When we were innocent
This prayer is for me tonight
This far down that line and still ain't got it right
And while confessions not yet stated
Our next sin is contemplated
Never did we know
What the future would hold
Or that we'd be bought and sold
When we were innocent, innocent
When we were innocent