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Paroles: Colours Run. Cynical Wonderful. Perpetual Motion.


Morning drowned you in the silence
Washed up on a traffic island
On my shoulder
Sighing I'm so tired

And the thing that hurts you is the beauty
To be denied it feels like cruelty
But here inside it
There must be somewhere that we can hide

Sailing in style
Our needles and blue pills
For sowing the holes in our reverie
So why can't we linger awhile
Our heads in the white sand
Our hearts on the open sea

Before they flay you of your daydreams
Grind your diamonds into hay seeds
Won't we find out
How the beautiful tragedy ends

As we share our last desperate kiss
I'm just glad we could go out like this
With our backs to the wall
Dreaming of freedom

Sailing in style
Our needles and blue pills
For sowing the holes in our reverie
Oh, why can't we linger awhile
Our heads in the white sand
Our hearts, well they'll always be

Stones in the ocean
Worn smooth by perpetual motion
And I'll drown if I ever leave you
This far down, there's nowhere to flee to

Sailing in style
Our needles and blue pills
Have washed me as high as I'll ever be
So why can't we stay all our lives
Our heads in the white sand
Our hearts on the open sea
Yeah, we left our hearts
On the open sea