Racing the Sun

Family memory

Solene chasing daylight — wheels humming, sun on the horizon.

Lyrics

Transcribed from the recording — close to the song, but not always word-perfect.

The grass is a carpet, emerald and white, emerald and white
Got my kin by my ribs for a wild af daft and afternoon ride
No leashes, no fences, just a sky on our head
I'm painting the air with the tracks of my tread
Look at the cousins, a golden-toned streak, a golden-toned streak
And a spot of fur blur, making shadows feel weak
A fluff-bone companion with a skip in his gate, we're a pack in the sun, yeah
Yeah, we're feeling just great
Run with the cousins, catch the wind in your teeth
Feel the world spinning round in the dirt underneath
It's a blur, it's a bound, it's the rhythm of four
Barking at the sunshine, then we run some more
Yeah, we run some more
It's Cote diving in the tall clover sea
He's looking at me like he's faster than me
Golden mix, sliding, paws kicking up dust
In the law of the sprint, it's a matter of trust, it's a matter of trust
Tiny fluffy brother, tiny fluffy brother, he's a load of ground rockets
Got the spirit of a giant, and you know he can't stop it
Through the wild flowers blooming, yeah, we're blurring the view
Cousins forever, that's just how we do
Run with the cousins, catch the wind in your teeth
Feel the world spinning round in the dirt underneath
It's a blur, it's a bound, it's the rhythm of four
Barking at the sunshine, then we run some more
Yeah, we run some more
Ears in the slipstream, tails in the breeze
Racing past the shadows in the trunks of the trees
No plan, just a motion, no reason, but fun
Three canine cousins, racing the sun
Sun's getting low, but the heart is still humming
We're heading back home, yeah, we saw that one coming
See you next weekend, cus