Interim Of Sense Paroles

Hell I was honest
In living this way
Byzantium leaving
More than I could say

I am making something for you
For all the things I never said
I am baking on the balcony
But tomorrow I will paint you a picture
I’ll paint you a picture
In the ashes of our dreams
I am making something for you
For all the things I said
I am making something for you
(For all the things that are left)

Byzantium leaving
Oh I was honest
When I could not stay living this way
Byzantium leaving I was leaving
Well I could not stay
Living this way