So, so innocent
Or destructive and naive
To paint a picture without the darkness
Or pain without disease
Always imagining
But the memory in nothing at all
You can be part of the solution
I can hear you call
If there's rain in your tears let it wash away your fears
If there's blood in your tracks then let it lead you back
Cause we were never told that it would all be so beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
So, so innocent
Or destructive and naive
To paint a picture without the darkness
Or pain without disease
Always imagining
But the memory in nothing at all
You can be part of the solution
I can hear you call
If there's rain in your tears let it wash away your fears
If there's blood in your tracks then let it lead you back
Cause we were never told that it would all be so beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
If there's blood on your hands I can make you understand
If you never felt some guilt I can help you deal with it
Cause we were never told that it would all be so beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful, beautiful