And it's blue And he's blue Everything is blue His pills, his hands, his jeans Everything is grey His hair, his smoke, his dreams And now he's so devoid of color You’re dripping like a saturated sunrise You’re spilling like an overflowing sink

That's what your love's like That's what your love, Your love's like breathing in the salty air Of summer on a private island just for me Your love's like the feeling I get When my favorite songs spinnin' in my head Keep it play playin' on repeat It's

You make it easy to watch the world with love, You make it easy to let the past be done, You make it easy. To be held and understood. Be it downtown or way up in the air, When your heart's pounding, You know that I'm aware. "Never been here, how about

Lying on your bed, examining my head This is the part of me that hates Paybacks are a bitch, I throw the switch Somewhere the electric chair awaits Hey! this was my life Hey! this was my fate This was my life This was my fate It was just another day

Please, don't let me hurt you more In my hair and in my thoughts It's in your stare and at your core She knows a good thing now With our own cost and all can hear the word We spend the whole days all We're feeling more apart And we know you can do more I

Yeah when that summer sun starts to beatin' down And you don't know what to do Inflatable pool full of dad's hot air I was three years old Splashin' everywhere And so began my love affair With all my friends

Où sont tes héros Au corps d'athlète? Où sont tes idoles Mal rasés, bien habillés? Dans leurs yeux des dollars Dans leurs sourires des diamants Moi aussi, un jour Je serai beau comme un Dieu

If you still care, don't ever let me know Bury all your secrets in my skin Come away with innocence, and leave me with my sins The air around me still feels like a cage And love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage again So if you love me, let me

Hands, in the, air, now! I got the crowd yelling (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye, all the Dope Boyz yelling (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye, from the back they yelling (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye! Aye, all my

It's fighting back them butterflies It's call it in the air, alright Yes sir, we want the ball And it's knocking heads and talking trash It's slinging mud and dirt and grass It's I got your number, I got your back When your back's against the wall You