Karsten Gallano - Novel Lyrics

I'm no good at hiding
I could never tell a lie
So I opened up a notebook someone gave and started writing
I never left an empty page without some truth behind it
So it's true, or is it true

I'm no good at singing
Or any form of art
So I crumpled up some pages and tore up this paper heart
No one gets to know the words I swiftly tore apart
Except for you, except for you

I had trouble lighting a fire up inside me
Burning blue
I've got no use for writing a novel without finding words
For you

It's getting late out
There's a canvas up above
Waiting to be filled with broken hearts and sunken love
I wouldn't need a telescope, a pen is just enough
To think of you, to think of you

I had trouble lighting the fire up inside me
Burning blue
I've got no use for writing a novel without finding words
For you

For you
For you
For you
For you, for you