Collects rare coins
Which she never will spend
Collects records
But is without a friend
Seems so exhausting
To stare at a phone
So crowded by kindred
And still feel alone
Payne's gray, dusty wings
Beautiful, pressed between glass
Autographed pictures
From starlet, with love
Her beauty is
Only beheld from above
Norma Jean's blush,
It endures even now
But was it true
Who could know anyhow?
Clovers always fade
Even when pressed on a page
She wonders, could the sun rise?
But it numbed her, to realize
That, the dark inside
Her shame, her pride
The stars collide
Herself, denied
She tries to pray
Curtains are drawn
For the sunlight may burn
Stay in your cage
Like a still silver bird
Vision and voice
Esoteric and vague
Walls have two sides
But the paint is opaque
Listen to your song
This is not where you belong
Bethany Elyse - Payne's Gray Lyrics
Bethany Elyse - Payne's Gray Lyrics
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Collects rare coins
Which she never will spend
Collects records
But is without a friend
Seems so exhausting
To stare at a phone
So crowded by kindred
And still feel alone
Payne's gray, dusty wings
Beautiful, pressed between glass
Autographed pictures
From starlet, with love
Her beauty is
Only beheld from above
Norma Jean's blush,
It endures even now
But was it true
Who could know anyhow?
Clovers always fade
Even when pressed on a page
She wonders, could the sun rise?
But it numbed her, to realize
That, the dark inside
Her shame, her pride
The stars collide
Herself, denied
She tries to pray
Curtains are drawn
For the sunlight may burn
Stay in your cage
Like a still silver bird
Vision and voice
Esoteric and vague
Walls have two sides
But the paint is opaque
Listen to your song
This is not where you belong
Which she never will spend
Collects records
But is without a friend
Seems so exhausting
To stare at a phone
So crowded by kindred
And still feel alone
Payne's gray, dusty wings
Beautiful, pressed between glass
Autographed pictures
From starlet, with love
Her beauty is
Only beheld from above
Norma Jean's blush,
It endures even now
But was it true
Who could know anyhow?
Clovers always fade
Even when pressed on a page
She wonders, could the sun rise?
But it numbed her, to realize
That, the dark inside
Her shame, her pride
The stars collide
Herself, denied
She tries to pray
Curtains are drawn
For the sunlight may burn
Stay in your cage
Like a still silver bird
Vision and voice
Esoteric and vague
Walls have two sides
But the paint is opaque
Listen to your song
This is not where you belong
Writer: Bethany Lang, David Lang
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