Paroles de Beautiful self

Swollen fingers gripping the brushes sleepless hours haunting the eyes of her youth
she'll never stop rising from the ashes
marvelling at her taste of ochre over crimson saltly water
blows up the color beyond
breathing and crying part of her dying as the sun bled the sky it bled the sky
she loses her beautiful self to the world
loses her beautiful self to the world
loses her beautiful self to the world

flaming reason,
tripping her shot at the crowd her life is an easel
framing what no one has found
breathing and crying part of her dying as the sun bled the sky it bled the sky
she loses her beautiful self to the world
loses her beautiful self to the world
loses her beautiful self to the world
the soil is never full enough
she loses her beautiful self to the world