Creeping Weeds
Outsiders
Whenever we talk there's this disconnected feeling that we sharelike somebody's ripped apart our script and taped it back together all wrong?oating through everything bright turns to darkness darkness just hangs thereno one else swims inside this backward ?owing river we shareinside of your voice I hear your choice to look the way you've been paintedyou tend to agree though you've never seen those colors exactly as I did then?owing through everything brights turn to dark and darkness just hangs there no one else lives inside this backward painted picture we sharewe live on the edgewe live on the edge of townwe live on the edgewe live on the edge of townoutside of the trees we ?oat in the breeze and watch as the houses all vacate they come from their homesand take out their phones to send all their friends a new update blowing through everythingbright turns to dark and darkness just hangs there no one else ?ts inside this backward ? oating bubble we share
From Letras Mania