Alina Simone Velvet Painting
Come, come, come
We’re all on the run
No one sleeps at night
The phones all ring
The sirens sing
The stars seem extra bright
And the buildings all light up like ornaments
In some black velvet painting over the bed
I want to grab you and tell you
Be happy we found someone to love
‘Cuz out here it never seems to be enough
Yeah, out here it never seems to be enough
No it never never never never never never is enough
