Said shes writing to St. Peter
Cause it didnt haunt her
Be quite slow
To bring an angel to her doll
And help her walk away
Tied in black and white
Youre a book that binds
And wraps around
A colour painted on a wall
Theres nothing here
Thats any brighter
You still watch him driving cars
You thought the world was so much faster
When he held you in his arms
You thought the world was so much nicer
Tied in black and white
Youre a book that binds
And wraps around
A colour painted on a wall
Theres nothing here
Thats any brighter
Thats any brighter
Thats any brighter
You said lies are always better
Written in a letter
Cause they seem more real
But you know things are so much sadder
When they dont matter
Anyway
Tied in black and white
Youre a book that binds
And wraps around
A colour painted on a wall
Theres nothing here
Thats any brighter
Thats any brighter
Thats any brighter
Thats any brighter