Pitch black, pale was a stained glass, variation of the truth And I empty handed
You let me set cheap wood So I up every leak that I could
the blame grew too heavy Stage by stage, I apart If brokenness is a of art
I must be a child prodigy Thread by thread I apart If brokenness is a of art
Surely this must be my I'm honest when it rains If I time it right, the thunder I open my mouth
I wanna tell you but I don't how I'm only honest when it An open book, with a torn out And my run out
I wanna love you but I know how I don't how No I don't how I know how
I wanna love you but I know how I know how I wanna love you but I don't how I wanna love you but I don't how
I wanna you Pitch black, pale wild oceans shake what's left of me loose Just to hear me cry The strong at my back So I'll up The only that I have
This tired white (white x4) I'm only when it rains If I time it right, the thunder
When I my mouth I tell you but I don't know how I'm only honest when it An book, with a torn out page
And my run out I love you but I don't know how how I'm only honest it rains
If I it right, the thunder breaks I open my mouth I wanna tell you but I don't how how I'm honest when it rains An open book, with a torn out And my run out I wanna you but I don't know how I know how I don't how I know how I wanna you but I don't know how I know how I wanna you but I don't know how I wanna you but I don't know how I love you