Golden Vessel - PORTRAIT Lyrics
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PORTRAIT
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What Are The Lyrics For PORTRAIT By Golden Vessel?
Try to believe
Try to be brave Try to sleep it suffocates Skim a spine, a book of art Let's paint a portrait Of exactly where we are Sketching you out the colours picked The brush is wet we go for it On the page I start to see I'll paint a portrait of where else we could be Only leave one mark Wonder what will come of us (Wait for it) Moment, gather for a photo Years are flying past (keep turning) Only leave one mark Wonder what will come of us (Wait for it) Moment, gather for a photo Frozen where we are (returning) Tie my shoes And say my grace It's almost like a warm embrace Falling short a fading spark I'll wait a moment For something new to start Zooming in the focus sharp The lens is set, the light goes dark Scan the film I start to see Took a portrait of where else we could be Only leave one mark Wonder what will come of us (Wait for it) Moment, gather for a photo Years are flying past (keep turning) Only leave one mark Wonder what will come of us (Wait for it) Moment, gather for a photo Frozen where we are (returning) Hit your head upon the door Slump back down against the wall Lying cold, dazed on the floor Imagine all the things you saw They're looking down but you just breathe Realise now, got to believe 'Cause looking up you start to see All the places that you could be |
Who Wrote PORTRAIT By Golden Vessel?
Elle Graham, Max Byrne
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What's The Duration Of The PORTRAIT By Golden Vessel?The duration of PORTRAIT is 3:34 minutes and seconds. |
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