I heard you're the best daydreamer around
You write symphonies without making a sound
But your heart's all in a mess
And your brain's tucked under your vest
Well it seems to me, the more you bleed
The better your symphonies sound
There's me thinking you're gonna make yourself win
I'm handing in my request to live in sin
You get knocked down, why do you take it on the chin?
Until then, I don't know where to begin
Cos your heart's all in a mess
And your brain's held close to your chest
Well I don't see, what you'd learn from me
In an effort to make yourself proud
The more you bleed
The more you bleed
The more you bleed, the better your symphonies sound
The more you bleed, the better your symphonies sound
Cos your
The more you bleed, the better your symphonies sound
Cos your heart's all in a mess
And your brain's beating out of your chest
Well it seems to me
That the more you bleed
Well it seems to me, the more you bleed
The better your symphonies sound
The more you bleed, the better your symphonies
The more you bleed, the better your symphonies
The more you bleed, the better your symphonies
The more you bleed, the better your symphonies sound
