4 acessos
Play on, paint your colors,
wait on one better word,
too much made her give up.
Phase out.
Make up your mind.
Breathe slow hide your numbers its all coming apart.
Angel, take me under,
be still, wake me next time.
What is it we're running away from?
Why is it we're running?
We have pained ourselves in a corner
have we done it all for nothing?
We have painted ourselves in the corner and
we'll just wind up hating ourselves in the end, don't remind me,
never remind me of who he reminds you of.
and we'll just wind up hating ourselves in the end.
Carve these words (this song) into my heart. carve this heart into my arm.
this is me living,
this is me breathing,
this is me singing,
this is me screaming,
hands fuse like raindrops, we dance like tornados.
This is me.