Devil Sold His Soul - Clouds Lyrics

Put down the idea that I'm broken

The idea that you're not real

The idea that you can change

Change to you is no more than a new lie

Flowers unfold to show us a beautiful play

Is this not always who we are?

To keep this motion going is so selfish

Flowers unfold to show a beautiful charade

Let's dance on more time

You fill this empty heart