Your sweet violin house
Believes the signs were seen on the clouds
Believes the signs were read in our dreams
But we seem to follow through the stages
What’s it gonna be with the violins?
What’s it gonna be when the fire rides in?
What’s it gonna be right when the sound of you and I die young?
What am I to do with my room oh? But the wall’s turning yellow
What am I to do in the city if I can’t have it all and I just wanna feel pretty?
But my old dreams are doomed as a soft record
I found in these in the city as I found in the eyes of yours
As I found in the eyes of yours
In too deep
Give up and run
No fire rides in but you gotta go
In too deep
I had become
My darkest dream
Of which I’m running from
What am I to do with the thunder? Don’t know who to cost or to pawn
I just wanna walk to the mountains, walk to the mountains all alone
But my old dreams are doomed as a soft record
I found in these in the city as I found in the eyes of yours
As I found in the eyes of yours
In too deep
Give up and run
No fire rides in but you gotta go
In too deep
I had become
My darkest dream
Of which I’m running from
In too deep
My pulse is gone
No fire rides in but you gotta go
In too deep
I had become
My darkest dream
Of which I’m running from
You’re nothing
You’re nothing
You’re nothing
We’re nothing
What’s it gonna be with the violins?
What’s it gonna be when the fire rides in?
What’s it gonna be right when the sound of you and I die young?
