Maybe I could rearrange the art That hangs upon these walls Or maybe I should not The masterpiece that lies within this room Has yet to leave these halls And break through every door
But I lie here on my back I stare into the white The lack of color blinds these eyes With silence comes the sight
Maybe I could call you on the phone Tell you all my thoughts Or maybe I should not These corridors and empty feathered beds Are lacking what I’d hoped In pictures in my head
But I lie here on my back I stare into the black The lack of color blinds these eyes With darkness comes the night
Maybe I can do this on my own Make way for solitude Or maybe I need you The ruby hues that outline all my words Are chapped and humming chords I’ve never used before
But I lie here on my back I stare into the past The memories cloud my mind With dreaming comes the flight Yeah, with dreaming comes the flightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
