Lyrics
The world looked like a kaleidoscope.
Each time I turned it, my aching heart
knew it was missing pieces.
So I took the hand of a fantasy,
soaked and sank into the night’s darkness,
painting a picture all alone.
Tonight the moon is full—like a candy drop.
I’ll pinch it with my fingers and pop it in my mouth—come on, in you go.
In the silence, the night breeze blew
and only stirred the cat’s whiskers.
Only the things I hate keep multiplying.
A heart shattered by the business of living—
I guess the day it ever feels full will never come again.
It was amber at the beginning, and yet
it’s been dyed the color of night,
and when I lick it, it’s just a little bittersweet.
Like it spilled right out of its wrapper,
lights that blur and seem about to vanish.
All by myself, they're floating in the sky.
I’ll stuff them in my cheeks and carry them into tomorrow.
It’s okay to play inside the illusion,
so please don’t say you’re lonely anymore.
“Tonight is a full moon. The cat went meow.”
The world looked like a kaleidoscope.
Each time I turned it, my aching heart
knew it was missing pieces.
So I took the hand of a fantasy,
soaked and sank into the night’s darkness,
painting a picture all alone.
“I was painting a picture all alone.”
Each time I turned it, my aching heart
knew it was missing pieces.
So I took the hand of a fantasy,
soaked and sank into the night’s darkness,
painting a picture all alone.
Tonight the moon is full—like a candy drop.
I’ll pinch it with my fingers and pop it in my mouth—come on, in you go.
In the silence, the night breeze blew
and only stirred the cat’s whiskers.
Only the things I hate keep multiplying.
A heart shattered by the business of living—
I guess the day it ever feels full will never come again.
It was amber at the beginning, and yet
it’s been dyed the color of night,
and when I lick it, it’s just a little bittersweet.
Like it spilled right out of its wrapper,
lights that blur and seem about to vanish.
All by myself, they're floating in the sky.
I’ll stuff them in my cheeks and carry them into tomorrow.
It’s okay to play inside the illusion,
so please don’t say you’re lonely anymore.
“Tonight is a full moon. The cat went meow.”
The world looked like a kaleidoscope.
Each time I turned it, my aching heart
knew it was missing pieces.
So I took the hand of a fantasy,
soaked and sank into the night’s darkness,
painting a picture all alone.
“I was painting a picture all alone.”