歌词
[Intro] [Verse] Sneaking through the rusted gate Half past two, it's getting late Backpack full of Ironlak Watching for the blue and black Shadows on the gravel floor Scaling up the loading door Dusty air and hollow halls Living on these factory walls Cans rattling in the dark Trying to leave a little mark Silver chrome and cobalt blue Everything felt fresh and new [Pre-Chorus] I saw a kingdom in the rust Golden light through settling dust Every tag was like a prayer Floating in the midnight air [Chorus] Sunbeams through the broken glass Watching all the seasons pass Grinning teens with brand new brushes Painting through the morning rushes Faded cans and heavy hearts This is where the future starts Yeah, we’re coming home again Writing with a different pen [Post-Chorus] Concrete canvas, let it glow Watch the seeds we planted grow Concrete canvas, let it glow Watch the seeds we planted grow [Verse] Fast forward to the gallery lights Champagne sips and city nights Curating scenes for high-end crowds Walking high above the clouds But my heart was in the brick Where the spray was layered thick So I took the keys and drove Back to where the spirits strove Saw the kids with hungry eyes Looking for a bigger prize Handed them a brand new brush Feel that creative rush [Pre-Chorus] I saw a kingdom in the rust Golden light through settling dust Every tag was like a prayer Floating in the midnight air [Chorus] Sunbeams through the broken glass Watching all the seasons pass Grinning teens with brand new brushes Painting through the morning rushes Faded cans and heavy hearts This is where the future starts Yeah, we’re coming home again Writing with a different pen [Bridge] From the shadows to the stage Turning over every page No more hiding in the night We brought the color to the light The 808 is bumping slow Watch the neon start to flow Yeah, it’s beautiful to know We finally got a place to show [Chorus] Sunbeams through the broken glass Watching all the seasons pass Grinning teens with brand new brushes Painting through the morning rushes Faded cans and heavy hearts This is where the future starts Yeah, we’re coming home again Writing with a different pen [Outro]
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