e but that's how the story goes When she left color for chrome he was the last to know She said, "Surely be nice for you to come with me." He said, "I know I've got a love like a star you can hardly see, but all my fire is for you."
She sold plastic dreams, paper smiles She studied the wonder-less world and dreamed only a little while She said, "Surely be nice if you would come to me." I said, "I know I've got a love like a star you can hardly see, but all my fire is for you."
I don't need you to stay Lift my broken wings, I'll be on my way Promises are the thinnest air, oh I breathe you now Wrote a melody to bring you back somehow
All I dream at night is of the bright love that came back home. Would you come back home?