[Verse 1] The morning is painted in pastel and gold, A narrative finally, beautifully told. The coffee is brewing, the ocean is still, I'm learning the shape of a view from the hill. He kisses my shoulder, he's flawlessly kind, The healthiest love that a woman could find. No slamming of doors and no shattered frames, No playing those desperate, breathless games. [Pre-Chorus] But then a vibration upon the marble sink, A flash of the screen, a poisonous ink. Two little words cutting through the glass, A casual "Hey" from a ruinous past. And the air leaves the room. [Chorus] Why does paradise feel a little too bright? Why do my fingers itch for the night? I’m seated at a table with a feast so grand, But I’m turning a matchstick around in my hand. One little text and the wonderland shakes, I'm wondering exactly what kind of fire it makes... What if I answer? What if I do? [Verse 2] I should be ignoring the ghost in the phone, I’ve never felt less, and so fully alone. The silk of the sheets is a little too soft, While my mind wanders back to that drafty old loft. I stare at the cursor, the blinking blue line, In a world where the weather is constantly fine. I'm safe and I'm cherished, I'm held and I'm known, But my thumb hovers over the danger zone. [Pre-Chorus] Just a vibration upon the marble sink, A flash of the screen, a poisonous ink. Two little words cutting through the glass, A casual "Hey" from a ruinous past. And the air leaves the room. [Chorus] Why does paradise feel a little too bright? Why do my fingers itch for the night? I’m seated at a table with a feast so grand, But I’m turning a matchstick around in my hand. One little text and the wonderland shakes, I'm wondering exactly what kind of fire it makes... What if I answer? What if I do? [Bridge] It’s just an inquiry, it’s nothing at all. A tiny vibration that precedes the fall. I could just block it, I could look away, And bask in the glow of a beautiful day. But the silence is heavy, the sky is too blue, And I'm so used to bleeding, I don't know what to do. The angels are singing, but the melody's flat, I guess I’m a sucker for a monster like that. [Chorus] Why does paradise feel a little too bright? Why do my fingers itch for the night? I’m seated at a table with a feast so grand, But I’m turning a matchstick around in my hand. [Outro] Typing... erasing... My heartbeat is racing. Typing... erasing... The heaven is fading. Just a drop of ink in the holy water. Just a drop of ink.
