Take away
All of the paintings
That are hanging on this broken wall
You won't find
The stories of mine
In your books cause I wrote them wrong
I've always dreamed
It'd play like a scene
And be written in some history
And one by one
They never were hung
And they're lost pages deep
Oh
Oh
On a page
A soft lighted stage
I was hoping that you'd write your name
But that gaze
I drew out for days
Just didn't seem the same
Oh
Oh
Of all I've written
Of all I've dreamed
That denim dress still breathes
Oh
Oh