Letra

But if I coudn't give up What I saw in you The park longed for green Let it Push the window to raise up Feel like aiming low The vines are coming cross Dig round my throat My eyes a last dance Body's still a glass mold Filling up too long Am I painting out the sky with you? Hands dipping into black Am I painting out the sky with you? With every color we're failing And I'm not the mess you want But if I coudn't give up What I saw in you Though I put not a toe wrong On the laminate A sharp rain's on your skin Half there Till the manger floods off I keep returning I keep returning Dig round my throat My eyes a last dance Body's still a glass mold Filling up too long Am I painting out the sky with you? Hands dipping into black Am I painting out the sky with you? With every color we're failing And I'm not the mess you want Am I painting out the sky with you? Painting out behind you But I'm not the mess you want Am I painting out the sky with you? Painting out behind you But i'm not the mess you want I'm not the mess you want
Writer(s): Reed Kackley, Ronald Kaufman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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