Every night she paints and fades away into a world of color.
And there she finds herself involved something like no other.
Somewhere along the way she puts her canvas away.
In life you must grow up, that's what everyone says.
Every night he writes to ease his
mind composing his thoughts into sounds.
He finds it calms him down in the way he can let it out.
When he's too young to know himself too unsure to make it out
floating phrases that don't connect
he's getting deeper but not there yet.
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
All this time and all my life i've been
waiting for you, I've been waiting for you.
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Feel I can

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