I am tired of drying my tears on your shoulder
Tonight let's make light of these tethers
Fingers folded and feathers open
We are mending our souls by the fire
Whole pieces of my heart have been taken
While the stars were tumbling down from the sky
We are allegedly guilty of all of these innocent lies
What’s the point in singing if you are only gonna run
What’s the point in digging our love up from the ground
Could we make complete sentences
Out of a few ordinary words
And perhaps with a little punctuation
We can finally take our places in the world
Where shades of watercolors on colored paper
Are shaking up our pain as well
Magic is making a comeback
While we take into account these petty faults
Are we trying to be artistic
Or are we just trying to impress our self
Breathing in and out I found those boundless heights
And wealth is knowing the depths of our imagination
And regularly receiving a healthy dose of sound advice