Lyrics

Painted on, things were never
What they seemed

Hues of grey consuming
Who I was on that porch swing

Dreaming of rain through sleepless nights
Sifting through time, Inescapable
Echoes of what could be

I'm done nodding along
Nothing's real or not till the sun comes up
Making mischief by the moon
To be someone

Hues of grey consuming
Who I was on that porch swing

Dreaming of rain through sleepless nights
Sifting through time, Inescapable
Echoes of what could be

I'm done nodding along
Nothing's real or not till the sun comes up
Making mischief by the moon
To be someone

I'm done nodding along
Nothing's real or not till the sun comes up
Making mischief by the moon
To be someone

I'm done nodding along
Nothing's real or not till the sun comes up
Making mischief by the moon
To be someone