Tekster:
City And Colour Make Believe

tend to believe that it's all for not and when the sun does set, all our souls will rot along with our flesh and our bones and our blood will seep into

tend to believe that it's all for not and when the sun does set, all our souls will rot along with our flesh and our bones and our blood will seep into

little and dawg you'll never believe this but Sharonda actually talks to me now Jesus and everyone else is just tryna pick up the pieces man how you touch so many f-cking lives and

over, I know you'd paint a better place to live Where the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace and harmony And where murals stand

't believe And my heart you will mislead Do you know the consequences, my love? That comes with such confidence Holding all the weight in my life Now you turn and

bundle of cashews In his head, I just sled, As the jungle unravels With my satchel, My lasso, I jumped on my camel Set forth with my pallet And my colouring

the city Living, just enough for the city Living for the city Just enough for the city Living, just enough for the city Living for the city Just enough

of all faith and hope and love. There's a time for all pilgrims, and a time for the fakers too, there's a time when we all will stand alone and nude;

but to feel alone like a tree in a desert dried up like the skin of a lizard but full of colour like the spots of a leopard drum and bass pull me in