Paint the World

Helpless at the hands of you falling to my story
And dance in my arms the way that old folks used to My hearts a cloud
So won’t you make what you would like to see
Paint paint the world the way you’d like it to be
I watch you always staring in slow motion.
As your hair falls against your face
Never quite so beautiful
Our hearts are clouds
So won’t you make it to what you would like to see.
Paint paint the world the way you’d like it to be.
If hearts are clouds then we’ll float.