Lyrics

Strange brush paints me in ways that feel strange Cold touch colors the look so deranged Spring is the loneliest season where newiness is always allowed I shake my old dreams in new rhythms But heaven will never make sound What can we do with the crowns of kingdoms that never worked out? I feel in deep with it, struggled to see through the crowd noise. Strange brush paints me in ways that feel strange. Cold touch colors look so deranged I slept on the knife of your line it cut away all my desire The change we'd make in each other If heaven would only make sound you fell in love with the crowd but group lose so rarely works out careful to speak in it, I lost my peace (Rest your body next to mine, I'll get right Just a picture of you and I-Can't tonight) The creatures released from their caves Can't find the feeling the winter unmade I try to cut lose problems I've saved But I can't look real in this light, I can't tonight