If I were a painter I would paint my reverie If that's the only way for you to be with me We'd be there together Just like we used to be Underneath the
When everything we felt fails Then some music, soft and distant sails But it don't sound like it did before Then I know I'm left with nothing more Then
Going past golden gate Elementary everyday Kids down colorful hill Recess and fire drill She likes the side without the heat Where the sun don't beat
Some escape some door to open This path seems the blackest, but I guess it's the soonest But there in the clearing I know you'll be wearing Your young
don't like to sing So I picked up my brush Painted blue guitar And I ripped off the chords From 'Bron Y' Aur' So I played her a song But the timing
d think that people would've had enough Of silly love songs I look around and I see It isn't so Some people want to fill the world With silly love songs
If I were a painter I would paint my reverie If that's the only way for you to be with me We'd be there together Just like we used to be Underneath
this song is for the painter who lost both of her hands and this song is for the wanderer who never came home again for all those with broken hearts
some escape some door to open this path seems the blackest but i guess it's the soonest but there in the clearing i know you'll be wearing your young
going past golden gate elementary everyday kids down colorful hill recess and fire drill she likes the side without the heat where the sun don't beat
when everything we felt failed and some music soft in distant sails but it don't sound like it did before then i know i'm left with nothing more than
think that people would have had enough of silly love songs I look around, and I see it isn't so some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs
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