歌曲 | Paintings |
歌手 | See The World |
专辑 | Broken Cities |
You tell me you’ve lost all your dreams | |
You tell me you don’t believe | |
You tell me that you’re growing old | |
You tell me your story’s been told | |
And I | |
I don’t believe | |
We are paintings on a wall | |
We can’t get down to break your fall | |
But we see you from behind our painted eyes | |
Lines and colors, you won’t recognize | |
And I | |
I don’t believe | |
You’re kissing dreams away | |
Shutting curtains on your stage | |
But tell me is this what you call growing old? |
You tell me you' ve lost all your dreams | |
You tell me you don' t believe | |
You tell me that you' re growing old | |
You tell me your story' s been told | |
And I | |
I don' t believe | |
We are paintings on a wall | |
We can' t get down to break your fall | |
But we see you from behind our painted eyes | |
Lines and colors, you won' t recognize | |
And I | |
I don' t believe | |
You' re kissing dreams away | |
Shutting curtains on your stage | |
But tell me is this what you call growing old? |