Blur

Can you spare some time to stick around?
To soothe ourselves into this thought
Feel the blur of the talks

Tonight's the day to spill the paint
Over the fragments of the sheets
The sheets that stay or fade away
The sheets that burn or lull in swirls

Tonight's the day to spill the paint
Staining the blank, bare sheets
The sheets that have all your shades
The sheets that run from your bare hands



Credits
Writer(s): Gilbert Godoy
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link