Story Behind the Song
This song is about people that think they are better than everyone and always look down their noses at other people, but, in the end, they are no better off.
Lyrics
A painted picture.
The clouds lit so brightly in the dim sky.
My wrist in my hand,
I long to feel another promise.
She lies.
She awakes to another wasted day,
another still life painting.
Let us take a ride on this
imaginary
butterfly with these wings of gold.
Do I deserve your respect? (NO)
for I am just a poor boy
born into a humble family.
Not much to look at,
so leave me here, in the dark.
You, go, ascend the stairs that lead to perpetual bliss.
Another kiss upon the morning,
the fading light as we dance among the stars.
Such amazing things, so dirty.
Covered with a filth that reminds me of you,
of your ways,
of the time you spoke of forever.
Leave your wrist in my hand,
for I have the composure now.
You must live up to what's expected.
I'll pretend to never let go.
Again we return on these golden wings
and now you see the light,
you see a promise.
The picture comes to life..
She lies.
She attempts to remember unspoken words
but, just like she, they have been forgotten.
"Lead me to sleep with another fairy tale," she says.
So I tell her the fairy tale of life.
She smiles and softly says, "What a nice story."
But she's taken to sleep before she hears the end.
If she could only open her eyes
to see the way it ends:
with another promise,
with another lie..
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