Feelings of color are painting another 
Closet inside which to hide 
Like a crow on a wire with longing desire, 
Waiting for the things below to die 

What a wonderful way to waste a feeling 
There's gotta be some kind a way we can work it out 
What a wonderful way to waste a feeling 
Open up the window, let the inside out 

Why are we crying? 
Why are we crying, girl? 

Perfectly crafted, that's why it's lasted 
There, inside, for so long 

What a wonderful way to waste a feeling 
There's gotta be some kind a way we can work it out 
What a wonderful way to waste a feeling 
Open up the window, let the inside out 

Why are we crying? 
Why are we crying girl? 

Wasted feelings 
Wasted feelings 

Like a kite on a wire, the wind blows me higher 
Higher from the ground where I used to be