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