Lyrics: WenDee
Music: WenDee
Arranger: WenDee
Watching people sit around the hillside
Our safe house is this little picnic mat
I'm still reeling from the footage
While forgetting how cold Boston is
Waiting for the sun to call us back
Will she? Is it worthy?
Or am I living in a movie?
Conceiving an artwork of you and me
Voraciously sucking in the daylight that squeezes through the cracks
Nothing can stop her from shining
Shining in your clear eyes
Shining in your tress dried
Shining on your warm
I feel love,
I feel love,
I’m in love
Will she? Is it worthy?
Or am I living in a movie?
Conceiving an artwork of you and me
The color I see
I count the colors I see and reflect them back to my heart
Somehow, I’m left with nothing but chaos
Reality’s simple, why isn’t it simple for me?
Why does it take all my strength to believe?
The color I see
I count the colors I see and reflect them back to my heart
Somehow, I’m left with nothing but chaos
Reality’s simple, why isn’t it simple for me?
Why does it take all my strength to dream?
Will she? Is it worthy?
Or am I living in a movie?
Conceiving an artwork of you and me