New Year - Beach House

All I wanted comes in colors

Vanish everyday

I keep these promises these promises

Stranger things will come before you

Always out of the way

We keep these promises these promises

Can you call it

See it coming

Just enough to tell a story bout a

Portrait of a young girl waiting for a new year

All you ever wanted

Is it getting away

Visions of a feeling

The footsteps at bay

You were getting stronger

Memories again

Now you’re open wider

It’s better this way

All I wanted comes in colors

Vanish everyday

I keep these promises these promises

Stranger things will come before you

Always out of the way

We keep these promises these promises

Won’t you write a letter

On the page

In your own way

Write it in a letter

On the page

It’s your own way

You were getting wiser

It’s better this way

Faces in the mirror

Memories again

Now look to a feeling

It’s lighter than breath

All you ever wanted

Is it getting away

Can you call it

See it coming

Just enough to tell a story bout a

Portrait of a young girl waiting for the ending of an era

Can you call it

See it coming

Just enough to tell a story bout a

Portrait of a young girl waiting for the new year