Musica de Amelea del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Amelea tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Lyrics, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para perfeccionar su técnica vocal,
And I’m seeing colors that aren’t even there
Your white nail polish while my hands are bare
I’m seeing past the lights
Set on high to blind
I see your hands and the way that they move
I want to know the things that they do
I don’t want to hold your hand
Chip the nail polish on the bed
The sky’s empty
‘Cause my watercolors dried up
Come and save me
Turning the opacity down fast
Your shirt can be the sky
Clouded blue into my mind
Then dripping out through my hair dye
Think you sketched yourself to life
But artist’s hand can’t paint its hand
Always one spot that’s left white
White nail polish to be covered
I could be your favorite color
And I’m seeing colors that aren’t even there
Your white nail polish while my hands are bare
I’m seeing past the lights
Set on high to blind
I see your hands and the way that they move
I want to know the things that they do
I don’t want to hold your hand
Chip the nail polish on the bed
White nail polish
No
I could be your
Top coat
Shh
No
Shh
The sky’s empty
‘Cause my watercolors dried up
Come and save me
Turning the opacity down fast
Your shirt can be the sky
Clouded blue into my mind
Then dripping out through my hair dye
Think you sketched yourself to life
But artist’s hand can’t paint its hand
Always one spot that’s left white
White nail polish to be covered
I could be your favorite color
And I’m seeing colors that aren’t even there
Your white nail polish while my hands are bare
I’m seeing past the lights
Set on high to blind
I see your hands and the way that they move
I want to know the things that they do
I don’t want to hold your hand
Chip the nail polish on the bed
Yeah, you know what I said
I don’t want to hold your hand
I don’t want to hold your hand
Nail polish to be covered, I could be your favorite color