How in the hell did you know that train would arrive What do you see when you close those painted eyes Looking at you I can see you're the artist type high and dry
Perfectly flawed like the picture you found in the drawer Perfectly lost from the time that you stole it before oh what's more It's pretty indeed but you tell me that you see more Falling in to a room with the sounds you can't ignore It pains your heart and I get what's left on the floor When beauty is gone will you come back to me You sung every song you could possibly need You suffer the same thing every tree is another thing you could be Drowned in sorrow calling me from the middle of the street
Carving the streets with a hand held book for a gun Hoping to find what's eating everyone sadness waits but you just run Over the hills and through to the setting sun Looking for signs of the one who made it up But all the while you're wasting the rest of your life
When beauty is gone will you come back to me You sung every song you could possibly need You suffer the same thing every tree is another thing you could be Drowned in sorrow When beauty is gone will you come back to me You sung every song you could possibly need oh and you need You suffer the same thing every tree is another thing you could be Drowned in sorrow calling me from the middle of the street
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Perfectly flawed like the picture you found in the drawer Perfectly lost from the time that you stole it before oh what's more It's pretty indeed but you tell me that you see more Falling in to a room with the sounds you can't ignore It pains your heart and I get what's left on the floor When beauty is gone will you come back to me You sung every song you could possibly need You suffer the same thing every tree is another thing you could be Drowned in sorrow calling me from the middle of the street
Carving the streets with a hand held book for a gun Hoping to find what's eating everyone sadness waits but you just run Over the hills and through to the setting sun Looking for signs of the one who made it up But all the while you're wasting the rest of your life
When beauty is gone will you come back to me You sung every song you could possibly need You suffer the same thing every tree is another thing you could be Drowned in sorrow When beauty is gone will you come back to me You sung every song you could possibly need oh and you need You suffer the same thing every tree is another thing you could be Drowned in sorrow calling me from the middle of the street
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