Nympheas
To you, lover
Growing flowers on plexiglas
Your misspelled name in the papers folded
A crown for their saviour
Burn the king and blaze your heart for us all
There was a crack
There was a hole in the window and all that danced was the dust
The dust and the feeling of abandon
You are the dancers in sunlight
The waltz of one million sparks
You are the sound of the choir
Singing the days ahead, rising on peculiar lust
I want to sing by your side
I want to burn this world down
All older romances claimed dibs on the truth
But nothing they say means a thing to you
Like a whole bunch of exes, they chant "You'd better not forget"
You run, you run, you run, you run
No wonder why you feel so fucked up sometimes
You're chasing bright colors over dirty blues
Singing praises to everyone, but you
There was a crack
There was a hole in the window and all I possessed was the dust
They put a price on its beauty
They put a price on its beauty
All older romances claimed dibs on the truth
But nothing they say means a thing to you
Like a whole bunch of exes, they chant "You'd better not forget"
You run, you run, you run, you run
No wonder why you feel so fucked up sometimes
You're chasing bright colors over dirty blues
Singing praises to everyone, but you
Growing flowers on plexiglas
Your misspelled name in the papers folded
A crown for their saviour
Burn the king and blaze your heart for us all
There was a crack
There was a hole in the window and all that danced was the dust
The dust and the feeling of abandon
You are the dancers in sunlight
The waltz of one million sparks
You are the sound of the choir
Singing the days ahead, rising on peculiar lust
I want to sing by your side
I want to burn this world down
All older romances claimed dibs on the truth
But nothing they say means a thing to you
Like a whole bunch of exes, they chant "You'd better not forget"
You run, you run, you run, you run
No wonder why you feel so fucked up sometimes
You're chasing bright colors over dirty blues
Singing praises to everyone, but you
There was a crack
There was a hole in the window and all I possessed was the dust
They put a price on its beauty
They put a price on its beauty
All older romances claimed dibs on the truth
But nothing they say means a thing to you
Like a whole bunch of exes, they chant "You'd better not forget"
You run, you run, you run, you run
No wonder why you feel so fucked up sometimes
You're chasing bright colors over dirty blues
Singing praises to everyone, but you
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Writer(s): B, J, Q
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