Texty:
Alive In Wild Paint Ceilings

slow down the roads with the lights out You whisper soft, if we?re lost don?t turn around We?ll take our time to arrive Where we are There are no ceilings

In all the violent loud and bright Are you more alive You crush it down in gentle breaths Til it breaths just right Don't you feel love Don't you feel

Pigment pale and figure frail I feel your hands tremble in mine As you rest your head on the motel bed Asking what's left behind When you take a bow

Tearing you like tired walls Crumbling with all you had to give Builds you back as something new With skin that don?t remember you Paints you in an awful

I never meant to leave dear I just thought I would arrive But it seems here I'm never quite alive Where you are The room won't fill with light But an

I've been sailing for so long I don't recall what I set out for I'd trade this disbelieving sea To make peace upon your shore Waves carry me out Like

We are children of divorce Spiritual mothers Chemical fathers Wish I learned to love you more Lonesome brothers Trustless daughters We are children