Monochrome
The sky was gold and all you saw was your feet.
You turn to me and whisper in my ear, "Look what you're missing."
Skin is only beauty thin and all these things slip past your eyes.
The sky was gold and all you saw was your feet.
You turn to me and whisper in my ear, "Look what you're missing."
Skin is only beauty thin and all these things slip past your eyes.