Sun Cut Flat Flying In A Painting Lyrics

Isn't it just what you thought, but it's too dark outside
The tops of checkered buildings waiting for the moon to rise
Get your umbrella and we'll fly into the deepest red
The colors of the painting swirling, going to my head

So what if none of it's real
Canyons of orange
Mountains of teal
You always wanted
Something unique
Hours of soaking, hours of need
Hours of soaking, hours of need
Hours of smoke, hours of need
Hours of smoking, hours of trees

We've flown into a tapestry
Running out of true things to believe
I know you weren't asking me
But it's what we've both come to need
Is it near the ending
Or is this your masterpiece

You are the one

Lights are getting warmer in here and the paint is wet Tried to take a hold of my hand, but we both forget
Crawl out from this canvas, get back to the other side
Scores of leagues of memories that we've both survived

Still thinking that it's not over
But the clock's ticking
Time to get sober
Sailing our painted ship in the reeds
Breathing the fumes, blowing the breeze
Breathing the fumes, blowing the breeze
Breathing in motion, breathing a beat
Breathing in focus, breathe with me

We've flown into a tapestry
Running out of true things to believe
I know you weren't asking me
But it's what we've both come to need
Is it near the ending
Or is this your masterpiece

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