Brilliant Things Songtext
von Tiny Skulls

And I know I can be
As brilliantly composed as you want me to be
And I suppose, I suppose
I can play you all the notes
Show you something that I wrote

But you know there′s no meaning
It's not an art, it′s just playing guitar for you
And I know the way we row our boat
Across this old ocean that goes
On and on, on and on, on and on, on and on
On and on, on and on, on and on


It may eventually capsize and we'll die
But it's the journey from the start
It′s the way that we hold our hearts
Until then, you′ll come home
And I'll play you this song that I wrote
Come home to a song that goes
On and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on

Hanging on the words of every little, bright thing
We were brilliant, we existed
Hands clasped for a lifetime

And still, hanging on the words of every little, bright thing
We were brilliant, we existed
We were heard
We were here