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You could make gray and call it gold
Let it fool your eyes
You could make rain and let it have your life
Being green grass, any little wind
Begs you for a dance
You could say love until it lasts

You could make good, there's a lot of ways
With nowhere left to go
Let it be the song on your little radio
You could make light, be the silly word
Sitting on a tongue
You could make nice or beat a drum

Don't you wanna know how far you're gonna go
Fickle as tomorrow talking to a wind chime
Folding your hands, empty as glass
Waiting to break

Don't you wanna know how close you're gonna get
Kissing like people stepping on flowers
Wishing on stars empty as glass
Waiting to break

You could have a heart until it's pouring out
If it's in your blood
You could make waves and then you better run
Being black cloud, there's a lot to say
And so much room to grow
You could make rain, you never know

You never know
You never know
You never know
You never know
You never know
You never know
You never know
You never know
You never know
You never know
You never know...

You could make gray and call it gold
Let it fool your eyes
Follow any wave crashing down to size
You could be wrong, don't you wanna know
Deep into the night
Like a little stone thrown across ice
Ice
Ice
Ice