We could go to mars
Colour my heart with yours
You're a work of art
Nobody understands us
You're a clinical mess and everybody's upset that you couldn't give 'em a hand
Though you crushed all your bones and laid down all the stones of the bridges on which they stand
You're an architect
You're a poet
You're awfully depressed
But don't show it
If my hands could carry
The pain that we bury
But we could go to mars
Colour my heart with yours
You're a work of art
Nobody understands us
All these fake words and ballrooms to avoid our problems, and tell me what I missed
Said love wasn't for girls like me but then what am I doing searching for it
I'm so cynical
I'm an artist
I can't let it go
But I'm honest
We could go to mars
Colour my heart with yours
You're a work of art
Nobody understands us
Fly up past the stars
Follow me through the dark
You're a work of art
Nobody understands us
We are criminals
We are villains
Kissing strangers
To feel something
They've tied us to the pyre
And lit the wood on fire
We could go to mars
Colour my heart with yours
You're a work of art
Nobody understands us
Fly up past the stars
Follow me through the dark
You're a work of art
Nobody understands us
Premanition - Mars Lyrics
Premanition - Mars Lyrics
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We could go to mars
Colour my heart with yours
You're a work of art
Nobody understands us
You're a clinical mess and everybody's upset that you couldn't give 'em a hand
Though you crushed all your bones and laid down all the stones of the bridges on which they stand
You're an architect
You're a poet
You're awfully depressed
But don't show it
If my hands could carry
The pain that we bury
But we could go to mars
Colour my heart with yours
You're a work of art
Nobody understands us
All these fake words and ballrooms to avoid our problems, and tell me what I missed
Said love wasn't for girls like me but then what am I doing searching for it
I'm so cynical
I'm an artist
I can't let it go
But I'm honest
We could go to mars
Colour my heart with yours
You're a work of art
Nobody understands us
Fly up past the stars
Follow me through the dark
You're a work of art
Nobody understands us
We are criminals
We are villains
Kissing strangers
To feel something
They've tied us to the pyre
And lit the wood on fire
We could go to mars
Colour my heart with yours
You're a work of art
Nobody understands us
Fly up past the stars
Follow me through the dark
You're a work of art
Nobody understands us
Colour my heart with yours
You're a work of art
Nobody understands us
You're a clinical mess and everybody's upset that you couldn't give 'em a hand
Though you crushed all your bones and laid down all the stones of the bridges on which they stand
You're an architect
You're a poet
You're awfully depressed
But don't show it
If my hands could carry
The pain that we bury
But we could go to mars
Colour my heart with yours
You're a work of art
Nobody understands us
All these fake words and ballrooms to avoid our problems, and tell me what I missed
Said love wasn't for girls like me but then what am I doing searching for it
I'm so cynical
I'm an artist
I can't let it go
But I'm honest
We could go to mars
Colour my heart with yours
You're a work of art
Nobody understands us
Fly up past the stars
Follow me through the dark
You're a work of art
Nobody understands us
We are criminals
We are villains
Kissing strangers
To feel something
They've tied us to the pyre
And lit the wood on fire
We could go to mars
Colour my heart with yours
You're a work of art
Nobody understands us
Fly up past the stars
Follow me through the dark
You're a work of art
Nobody understands us
Writer: Fatiha Rezwan
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid