You could make gray and call it gold Let it fool your eyes You could make rain and let it have your life Being green grass, any little wind Begs you for a dance You could say love until it lasts
You could make good, there's a lot of ways With nowhere left to go Let it be the song on your little radio You could make light, be the silly word Sitting on a tongue You could make nice or beat a drum
Don't you wanna know how far you're gonna go Fickle as tomorrow talking to a wind chime Folding your hands, empty as glass Waiting to break
Don't you wanna know how close you're gonna get Kissing like people stepping on flowers Wishing on stars empty as glass Waiting to break
You could have a heart until it's pouring out If it's in your blood You could make waves and then you better run Being black cloud, there's a lot to say And so much room to grow You could make rain, you never know
You never know You never know You never know You never know You never know You never know You never know You never know You never know You never know You never know
You could make gray and call it gold Let it fool your eyes Follow any wave crashing down to size You could be wrong, don't you wanna know Deep into the night Like a little stone thrown across ice Ice Ice Ice
Compositor: Samuel Ervin Beam (BMI)Editor: Sam Beam Music (BMI)Administração: Warner-tamerlane Publishing Co (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #42676940 em 11/Mai/2024