Fear Of Flying - Painting With Light | Текст песни

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• Fear Of Flying
• Painting With Light

A shutter closes to a flash of light,
A soul is smothered in the sheet of night.
It thinks its eyes will read the truth,
A picture taken to act as proof.
It turns the image back on himself,
Though it's flat, he thinks he sees with it.
An arc I built of seconds dead,
He lays his mind out on his bed.

Ooohh....

Push over, you, a different face,
Light works in strange ways.
Develop his own DNA,
The negative makes him feel this way.
Over-exposed to his own life (/lie ?)
He could only try.
The final way, the impossible change, to see clearer in his mind.

Ooohh....

I see the scars from where you've been painting with light,
Carved in his presence, shows cuts from diamonds of time.
(x2)

The streets are filled with frozen books (/looks ?),
As he walks among them, his fingers shook.
This isn't how that should seem,
Don't let this face disturb your dreams.
His pockets swell as they help to tide
All the people in wars so scared to hide.
An honest look, so you'd think,
But the vain rays between her blink. (?)

Show you are (show you are)
Different rays (different face)
Better now (better now)
That way (that way).
(x5)

I see the scars from where you've been painting with light,
Carved in his presence, shows cuts from diamonds of time.
(x3)

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