{"id":806,"date":"2007-01-16T18:18:25","date_gmt":"2007-01-16T22:18:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.prosebeforehos.com\/depths-of-my-soul\/01\/16\/806\/index.html"},"modified":"2007-01-16T18:25:17","modified_gmt":"2007-01-16T22:25:17","slug":"806","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.prosebeforehos.com\/depths-of-my-soul\/01\/16\/806\/","title":{"rendered":"You tilt your head and turn it to the setting sun"},"content":{"rendered":"
Time can take its toll on the best of us
\nLook at you, you’re growing old so young
\nTraffic lights blink at you in the evening
\nYou tilt your head and turn it to the sun
\nSometimes the TV is like a lover
\nSinging softly as you fall asleep
\nYou wake up in the morning and it’s still there
\nAdding up the things you’ll never be
\nTime can take its toll on the best of us
\nLook at you, you’re growing old so young
\nTraffic lights blink at you in the evening
\nYou tilt your head and turn it to the setting sun <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Time can take its toll on the best of us Look at you, you’re growing old so young Traffic lights blink at you in the evening You tilt your head and turn it to the sun Sometimes the TV is like a lover Singing softly as you fall asleep You wake up in the morning […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":32,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n