Velvet Painting - Alina Simone

Come, come, come

We’re all on the run

No one sleeps at night

The phones all ring

The sirens sing

The stars seem extra bright

And the buildings all light up like ornaments

In some black velvet painting over the bed

I want to grab you and tell you

Be happy we found someone to love

'Cuz out here it never seems to be enough

Yeah, out here it never seems to be enough

No it never never never never never never is enough