All I [bad word] in colors
Vanish everyday
I keep these promises, these promises
Stranger things [bad word] before you
Always out of the way
We keep these promises, these promises

Can you call it
See [bad word] 
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 [bad word] in colors
Vanish everyday
I keep these promises, these promises
Stranger things [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 
Just enough to tell a story bout a
Portrait of a
Young girl waiting for the new year