My music is on a string like a broken brick upright
I can still breathe the air of my uncompleted dreams
So I will sing anything that drives me far
Anything to keep me writing
Any words to keep me screaming
But I would like to talk about our empty bottles
And how fake we used to be, And colors you haven’t seen
(How fake we…)
You think I will give up if you keep breathing
Think I will give up if you don’t leave
You think I will give up if you keep smiling
Things I will say, things I will do
On your hospital walls, white is one of your colors
Time is running out with you and my life
Above your hospital walls, where’s my blissful relation
I’m heating your blood with my mindless right hand
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Lyrics submitted by Simon.