Deas Vail This Place Is Painted Red
I get up and I walk away.
I swear I wonýt get caught in this mold.
I live in sacred days.
Whatýs the point if Iým reconciling past postitions.
I am so naýve. I am so naýve.
Put the pressure on.
Iým only human but Iýll do this if you will speak through me.
Take me to that place.
I was a boy there.
I was so alive but now I am lost in life.
So my friend you tell me over and over.
And I said again.
Why wonýt you open up?
I want to be held again as the walls are falling down.
Cause I forget what it was like before you were asleep there underground.
Give me back my life I am so weary.
I am barely breathing.
When can we sail away.
If youýre the open skies then I am the ocean and horizons make the place we can meet again.
Why wonýt you open up?
I want to be held again as the walls are falling down.
Cause I forget what it was like before you were asleep there underground.
We were so lost
