I spend my time thinking about
Who drives your smoke
Your expression, your movements, your darkness
Victims they are
Victims of a brush
From someone who knows about paintings
He paints about you, paints about me
He paints about us, paints about people, people!
Who knows what I'm talking about?
What I'm talking about, what I'm talking about
What I'm talking about
I spend my time thinking about
Who gives you style
The way you use to lie
Has an inspiring grace, oh!
We are just victims of a brush
From someone who knows about paintings
He paints about you, paints about me
He paints about us, paints about people, people!
Who knows what I'm talking about?
What I'm talking about, what I'm talking about
What I'm talking about
I know you will be drifting into the ocean
I know you will suffer until you find an island
Hey girl! tell me what you've been looking for
And let me ask you one more question
How does it feel when you're diving that deep
Colours ain't the same
The colors through this window
The colors through this window
The colors through this window
The colors through this window

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