Track Page
The Rare Feeling
Trixna
- Genre
- Folk
- Language
- English
- Category
- Relaxing
- Voice
- Female
- AI Generated
- Yes
About This Track
"The Rare Feeling" by Trixna is a recording grounded in Folk, using English language elements and filed under the Relaxing category.
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Lyrics
Kicked off my shoes by the old oak tree, Left all the weight that was dragging on me. Cold morning dew pressing into my skin, Finding the place where the quiet begins. No concrete, no pavement, no wires in the view, Just a green open canvas completely brand new. Walking foot bare, breathing fresh air, In a world full of noise, this is feeling so rare. No clock on the wall, no ghost in my head, Just following everywhere my two feet are led. Yeah, my soul is awake and my shoulders are bare, Catching a feeling that's beautifully rare. The wind takes a breath and it speaks to the pines, Smoothing out all of my worried design. I look at my palms, see the dust and the clay, Washing the stress of the city away. They say time is money, but they’ve got it wrong, Time is the dirt road that carries this song. Walking foot bare, breathing fresh air, In a world full of noise, this is feeling so rare. No clock on the wall, no ghost in my head, Just following everywhere my two feet are led. Yeah, my soul is awake and my shoulders are bare, Catching a feeling that's beautifully rare. It’s a rare kind of magic to just sit and be, Unplugged from the world, but connected to me. Let the grass cut the ties, let the sky clear the lens, This is exactly where living begins. Foot bare... Fresh air... Oh, it’s feeling so rare. Just the earth underneath, And a chest full of peace. Yeah... so rare.