Letra de The Poetry In Our Mistakes
The beautiful flaw of being wrong. Imperfect in pitch, civil in song
Fantastical flight, emotive rewrite. Singing I, no I don't lie
You wanna to believe what best serves you
Fantastical flight, emotive rewrite. Singing I, no I don't lie
You wanna to believe what best serves you
Repeating the lie until it's truth
And you feel so alive, safe and allied. Reciting I, oh I don't lie
The quote miner's gold. The narrative fit
Stand and surmise. The bias quip
But the poetry we write inspired by the knife
Mistakes that make us wise
And you feel so alive, safe and allied. Reciting I, oh I don't lie
The quote miner's gold. The narrative fit
Stand and surmise. The bias quip
But the poetry we write inspired by the knife
Mistakes that make us wise
