Christopher Twiss - White Isn't the Color I Would Use Lyrics

Flower bed of gold
I could throw it all away
Sheets of paper
Nothing but the thoughts I had today

About a house on a hill
An example done too ill mannered
For television standard

You don't work for what you long
No excuse for that
Never understood it
Your heart's always been a trap

So I don't trust you much
I run away, I get the chance
And you know that I'm never coming back

Too many moons, I wait for you
Too many suns, I change for you
What's an identity?
I can't see mine too clearly

Always talk before you think
But never understand
That life will soon turn into death
So go 'head hold my hand

No more house on a hill
That example done too ill mannered
For television standard

Wear the white you can't express
Too much in the past
No purity, absurdity
Is all you understand

With damaged bones I let you hold on my broken hand
Leave me with leaves
And I'm never coming back

Too many moons, I wait for you
Too many suns, I change for you
What's an identity?
I can't see mine too clearly

Far away from here, if I could leave, you know I would be out the door