I swear these streets were painted
And I invented wings
With weak imaginations
And broken things
Hollow on the outside
Beauty in the eye
Too smart to lose her
Dumb enough to try
The sky is just a tired, lonely wall
But you're the sweetest sadness of them all
Are there stars in heaven
Do angels have their doubts
Is hell anticipation
Or finding out
I believe in nothing
Does that mean I believe
In dreams too big for numbers
And guarantees
The sky is just a tired, lonely wall
But you're the sweetest sadness of them all
The sky is just a tired, lonely wall
But you're the sweetest sadness of them all