Feelings of color are painting another Closet inside which to hide Like a crow on a wire with longing desire, Waiting for the things below to die
What a wonderful way to waste a feeling There's gotta be some kind a way we can work it out What a wonderful way to waste a feeling Open up the window, let the inside out
Why are we crying? Why are we crying, girl?
Perfectly crafted, that's why it's lasted There, inside, for so long
What a wonderful way to waste a feeling There's gotta be some kind a way we can work it out What a wonderful way to waste a feeling Open up the window, let the inside out
Why are we crying? Why are we crying girl?
Wasted feelings Wasted feelings
Like a kite on a wire, the wind blows me higher Higher from the ground where I used to be