Lyrics

Hey, Will we ever find a home? A solid place to rest our bones Retire early and be painters painting paintings, yeah Hey, if I create what you design All these colors we can find So bright, I'm blind And just like a dying star you shine Painters painting paintings, yeah And when I finally bite the dust Don't be too sad, I'm still with us I see you there, don't be scared Elevated state, my fate awaits Stop painting straight, embrace the shake Like you don't care, 'cause you're not scared
Writer(s): Wynton Huddle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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