Van Gogh Sky все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Translucent eyelids
I can see right through your bones
and more like a punctured lung
I haven't got much time to waste.

This soliloquy stopped making sense
back when I invented the reason why this conversation had to end.
Just as abruptly as my fondness for human kindness.

A step beyond blue but not clinically depressed,
the sweet isn't as sweet as it used to be.
I'm scared I won't enjoy what comes out of this,
but I'll be glad that it'll be over, as long as I am older.

I forget the worth of growing and that living is a process.
No one really leaves but no one ever stays either.
I've been basing my decisions too much on your opinions.