Paul Michel Oh What A Day
Oh what a day it is
My god how bright
Hold it close like it might escape our touch
Oh we are children girl
Our fears so bright
So loud that they almost block the sun
Like gods
We're lying through our teeth again
With all those dreams
That just aren't making sense
Oh we are rumor-bound
We're gone before we're ever found
We're gone before we have a chance to breathe
Chorus x2
Oh what a day it is
My god how bright
Hold it close like it might escape our touch...
