Wasted Feelings

Feelings of color are painting another

closet inside which to hide

Like a crow on a wire, with longing

desire, waiting for the things below to die

What a wonderful way to waste a feeling

There's gotta be some kind a way we can work it out

What a wonderful way to waste a feeling

Open up the window, let the inside out

Why are we crying?

Why are we crying girl?

Perfectly crafted, that's why it's lasted

There, inside, for so long

What a wonderful way to waste a feeling

There's gotta be some kind a way we can work it out

What a wonderful way to waste a feeling

Open up the window, let the inside out

Why are we crying?

Why are we crying girl?

Like a kite on a wire, the wind blows me higher

Higher from the ground where I used to be