To you, lover, growing flowers on plexiglas Your misspelled name in the papers folded a crown for their savior Burn the king and blaze your heart for us all There was a crack, there was a hole in the window and all that danced was the dust The dust and the feeling of abandon You are the dancers in sunlight, the waltz of one million sparks You are the sound of the choir Singing the days ahead, rising on peculiar lust I want to sing by your side, I want to burn this world down All older romances claimed dibs on the truth But nothing they say means a thing to you Like a wholе bunch of exes, they chant "you'd bеtter not forget" You run, you run, you run, you run No wonder why you feel so fucked up sometimes You're chasing bright colors over dirty blues, singing praises to everyone but you There was a crack, there was a hole in the window and all I possessed was the dust And they put a price on its beautyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
