You dream of colors that have never been made, You imagine songs that have never been played. They will try to buy you and your mind. Only the curious have something to find.
It's foreign on this side, And the truth is a bitter friend. But reasons few have I to go back again.
Your first dawn blinded you, left you cursing the day. Entrance is crucial and it's not without pain. There's no path to follow, once you're here. You'll climb up the slide and then you'll slide down the stairs. It's foreign on this side, But it feels like I'm home again.
this side ➢ nickel creek
You dream of colors that have never been made,
You imagine songs that have never been played.
They will try to buy you and your mind.
Only the curious have something to find.
It's foreign on this side,
And the truth is a bitter friend.
But reasons few have I to go back again.
Your first dawn blinded you, left you cursing the day.
Entrance is crucial and it's not without pain.
There's no path to follow, once you're here.
You'll climb up the slide and then you'll slide down the stairs.
It's foreign on this side,
But it feels like I'm home again.