What If

Lyrics
Well, there is a tear inside the fabric that she is sewing And the needle pulls the thread so tight And it won't let go Yeah, there is a lie behind the truth that she is showing It's a truth that's so damned pretty She just can't let it all show And there is a part he never told you to the story About the bomb exploding deep inside his heart Where every search for words turns into an, "I'm sorry" Where evеry stupid deed becomes a work of art Oh, it's his work of art Oh, yeah And wе see the first sign of starlight Oh, look at all those people going home But if we can make it 'til sunrise This liquid night might just have something we don't We don't need to leave this behind, yeah Well, there is a constant circle moving around in the ocean And every castle made of sand will be taken down You know there is a sad and endless beauty to the notion That all of those castles will be singing while they drown And there is an old man who's out walking along the highway And in his face a thousand futures, all run out And when he sees you he says "Hey, you going my way?" And you whisper, "Yes, there never was a single doubt" No there was never a doubt No, no, no And we see the first sign of starlight Oh, look at all of those people going home But if we can make it 'til sunrise This liquid night might just have something we don't Don't need to leave behind You're on the outside I'm on the inside looking out You're on the inside I'm on the outside looking in What if everything that you wished for came true? What if everything that you wanted you had? What if time was yours to use Just the way that you wanted to? Oh, and what if life was in the palm of your hand? You're on the outside I'm on the inside looking out You're on the inside I'm on the outside looking in You're on the outside I'm on the inside looking out You're on the inside I'm on the outside looking in And as your streetlight joins the millions in the city And all of those city lights turn secretly to gold Well, sometimes the magic in her blood, it ain't so pretty Sometimes the heat in all this flesh can be so cold
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Credits
- Writers
- David Anthony Amador
- Robert Paul Wynia