Wind up
Somehow this tin pumps blood
It still sparks like none of us could
I’ve got a home-grown heart and I’m ready to let it go
I’m gonna follow that road if that’s where the story goes
You’re too late
One more time I’ll be the one painting stories in real life
You’re too late
One more time I’ll be the one painting stories in real life
You thought that I would jump through the sky that lines your eyes
But I’m passing on my time to someone inside
Read my lips I am breaking the fairy tale
I closed that book when the apple tree apple fell
You’re too late
One more time I’ll be the one painting stories in real life
You’re too late
One more time I’ll be the one painting stories in real life
And I’ll sew buttons in my eyes if I can’t escape this time
Cause we aren’t going back
So if I close my eyes would it still be a fairy tale?
Because I’ve made up my mind and I want you to take me there
You’re too late
One more time ill you know I’ll be the one to decide
You’re too late
One more time you know
I’ll be
I’ll be
I’ll be the only one
The only one
So if I close my eyes would it still be a fairy tale?
