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I can't say what I'm looking at, no, it'll take some time
to figure out just what the stars are glowing for tonight
every wisp of hope drifts silent on the wind
takes me from this world just to bring me back again
I must admit, I don't mind escaping, even if only for a little bit
Colors in our hearts blend under pressure
beneath the finishing touches is a resting place
it's never really been explainable, just understood
somehow love remains though it never said it would
and others looking from afar might see a different dream
if eyes happen to be blind to such beauty in the seams
embrace the arms of fate, but then again... wait
every artist strives to choose their own way
yet our souls still are linked together
I won't see the bigger picture, not until the unveiling
these glimpses flashing through my veins drive me crazy
waiting to interpret so I don't misunderstand
leads me to a place where someone always takes my hand
And honestly, it isn't so bad, to get caught up in my dreams
Colors in our hearts blend under pressure
beneath the finishing touches is a resting place
it's never really been explainable, just understood
somehow love remains though it never said it would
and others looking from afar might see a different dream
if eyes happen to be blind to such beauty in the seams
embrace the arms of fate, but then again... wait
every artist strives to choose their own way
yet our souls still are linked together
to figure out just what the stars are glowing for tonight
every wisp of hope drifts silent on the wind
takes me from this world just to bring me back again
I must admit, I don't mind escaping, even if only for a little bit
Colors in our hearts blend under pressure
beneath the finishing touches is a resting place
it's never really been explainable, just understood
somehow love remains though it never said it would
and others looking from afar might see a different dream
if eyes happen to be blind to such beauty in the seams
embrace the arms of fate, but then again... wait
every artist strives to choose their own way
yet our souls still are linked together
I won't see the bigger picture, not until the unveiling
these glimpses flashing through my veins drive me crazy
waiting to interpret so I don't misunderstand
leads me to a place where someone always takes my hand
And honestly, it isn't so bad, to get caught up in my dreams
Colors in our hearts blend under pressure
beneath the finishing touches is a resting place
it's never really been explainable, just understood
somehow love remains though it never said it would
and others looking from afar might see a different dream
if eyes happen to be blind to such beauty in the seams
embrace the arms of fate, but then again... wait
every artist strives to choose their own way
yet our souls still are linked together
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