Rose Indian - Isn't It Funny How Things Burn Out | Текст песни

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Outrageous slice of fortune, honestly
Please excuse me, are you returning my gaze?

As I will gaze, you will say
To me, twist and shout
What colors are for a canvas
What colors are for a house

Isn't it funny how things burn out
But not for you
You are eclipsing the moon

I know it matters, that it really doesn't matter
I know oh, know oh, oh
I bit a hole in my lip, trying not to laugh
I bit a hole in my lip, trying not to ask

Isn't it funny how things burn out
But not for you
You are in the dot dot dot
Isn't it funny how things burn out
But not for me
I'm the sun your weight can rise

As I walk cross the memories of you
My shoes are covered in
White feathers and the moon is hanging like a skull
Yellow and so silent hanging like a skull

Isn't it funny how things burn out
But not for you
You are eclipsing the moon
Ins't it funny how things burn out
But not for me
I'm the sun your weight can rise