歌词
Finer lights and their brilliance,
A sea of inspiration,
Flood these fairytales.
And this story you've reduced to a cover and
A premature conclusion
Boasts the greatest ever told.
Reading between the lines is difficult,
When you only notice pictures..
Painted opinions, bleeding white.
Passing glances are crippling,
The shorter story,
Has her written off
And left for lost.