Shine - Play Dead

I’m stepping on a grey head

Seen through black and white

I’m tired of being a pin man

Shying from the light

I’m living on desire

These pleasures came too high

I’m dodging round the corpses

who’d beat me for a price

We’re painting pictures

We’re painting pretty pictures

look how they shine

we’re drifting on a river

stepping out of time… shine

They comment appraition

The truth they never told

They’re searching for a rainbow

and a little pot of gold

they’re smashing the illusion

each new romantic word

they’re filling up the palm beach

we’ll fight until we serve

We’re painting pictures

We’re painting pretty pictures

look how they shine

we’re drifting on a river

stepping out of time… shine

We’re painting pictures

We’re painting pretty pictures

look how they shine

we’re drifting on a river

stepping out of time… shine

Shine… Shine… Shine… Shine