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rocket surgeons - colors كلمات الأغنية

i never knew what talent was
until i saw the way that she could paint a man with love
the goddess touch
could she could see your hearts pain with precision
and heal it with her vision or frame it into a prison
and the course was a collision
should of listened, but i didn’t
guess my true colours were lost in the prism
she’s very thin
my sky’s lost in the hurricanes that we stenciled in
we found disaster in the masterpiece so let’s begin

picturing time as the moments fly
picturing time as the canvas dries
picturing time as we say goodbye
picturing time in colours that we’ve never seen before

trapped, i’m trapped and i’m always looking back
if love is really art, mona lisa’s in my past
i made mistakes but the paint was made to last
i tried to clear the canvas but i tore my heart in half
summer nights, we can walk the city scenes
under lights, a ghost swimming in your dreams
taking flight, but too much height then we ignite
and it burns, lasts forever, so i wrote this final letter
say you’ll paint me with your brushes
shape me with your touches
give me your colour and make it lucious
how my love is
you can break out the fine bristles
give me touch ups from my f_ck ups
and paint over my pain
give me love instead hookups in the mirror
it should’ve been clear
i will be standing here
while you capture me in nothing but my fears
so hold me tight
i know the ending is my tears
but the moon is bright
wrap me deep in the spirals inside your starry night
picturing time as the moments fly
picturing time as the canvas dries
picturing time as we say goodbye
picturing time in colours that we’ve never seen before

doubt me like a seurat
surreal like a mccree
sketch me like i’m a pascie
wild beast like a matisse
spray be like a banksy
modern like a manet
be my venus or olympia
just paint my tears away

because i’m trapped, i’m trapped
and i’m always looking back
if love is really art
how come it never lasts
i was soul searching and your pictures were the map
i’m stranded on a canvas of colours that fade to black
they take me back to a time when we were picturing time

picturing time as the moments fly
picturing time as the canvas dries
picturing time as we say goodbye
picturing time in colours that we’ve never seen before
picturing time as the moments fly
picturing time as the canvas dries
picturing time as we say goodbye
picturing time in colours that we’ve never seen before

- rocket surgeons

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