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Verse 1 |
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The days are growing colder, the nights and weekends too |
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I'm trading in my greens and reds for different shades of you |
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The stars are shinning bright now, falling down like autumn leaves |
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Painting pictures through their golden reds pictures of you and me |
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Your smile says you're happy but it's cheaper then our words |
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And your silence speaks so clearly but I swear I'll make this work |
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Chorus |
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On nights, like tonight |
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The wind speaks to us through trees |
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Singing lullabies by moonlight |
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Your smile rocking us to sleep |
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Verse 2 |
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The tears grow far too common, in between our eyes |
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The photographs we pretend to be, laughter's found in lies |
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And the laughter we both share seems to be our common ground |
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I'm treading water in our conversations just to keep my words around |
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The music found in silence is keeping me awake |
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And like the ground in California your eyes still make me shake |
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Chorus |
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And on days, like today |
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The paper's our comfort as is our pen |
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As we bleed our hearts, tearing gossip apart |
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We make our own fate on papers' skin |
