Genre: Rock/Jazz
Main Instruments: Electric guitar, trumpet, saxophone, drums, bass
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I used to believe in heaven with my love
Golden arches, dancing angels
A merciful fate set for more than the white doves
And if I stayed faithful, I'd always be stable
And I used to believe that true love's kiss
Brought back heroes from the dead,
And a fairy godmother's touch led
You to your dreams.
Pumpkins into carriages and rags into
Glittering gowns of starlight
Knights in shining armour,
Swords silver and full of might.
It isn't true. It isn't true.
I wish you knew,
It isn't true
Because the world's too complicated
For the villains to join us above
And the colours are too bright and infatuated
For the soulmates to find love
It isn't true. It isn't true.
I wish you knew,
It isn't true
So help me, so help me
Am I free? Free
Like birds that race across the sky
Even though one day they'll all die
But it can't just stand too good to be true
Paying all your matters that're due
Feel the wind whip across your hair,
Maybe a little worse for wear
Because we all aren't a sleeping princess
Or a beautiful damsel in distress
YOU ARE READING
Rose-Coloured Glasses - Songs & Ballads
General FictionA MAD Collection of Mad Poet Songs & Ballads
