There's a man with a face like sorrow Now he's gone for good How could anyone hold you without feeling good?
There's a shock with the thoughts that I borrow Swim around my head like snow How could anyone ignore you?
So play on, play on, play on The skies are made vermillion We're singing in a concrete saw Oh we're all just castles in the cards
There's a hole in my blood when I see you I hear crashing drums How could any other language hope to lead me on?
Little sparks in the puddles shoot like darts at all the things we might be you and me and time itself is frozen
So play on, play on, play on The skies are made vermillion Killing all the saints tonight
Oh play on, you shadows of the night
So play on, play on, play on The skies are made vermillion
If all I was was all I felt Then the sun itself would start to melt Into waterfalls pouring down icicles Oh play on
So play on, play on, play on The skies are made vermillion Killing all the saints tonight Oh we're all just dancers in the night
Compositor: Fyfe Antony Dangerfield Hutchins (PRS)Editores: Sony ATV Music Publishing Limited (PRS), Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLCECAD verificado obra #5083735 em 24/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM