Van Gogh - Dead Poet Society

No, not now

Years go by in an hour

My God, sit down

Yellow walls and blue sounds

Gotta get up, gotta get out of here

I’m leaving right now

No sleep, red eyes

Dirty hands, long nights

Van Gogh needs some color

She holds lights above her

Feels like summer

Talk fast, stay proud

Grind my teeth just a little

Calm down, unwind

Sneak out back, white wine

Gotta get up, gotta get out of here

I’m leaving right now

No sleep, red eyes

Dirty hands, long nights

Van Gogh needs some color

She holds lights above her

Feels like summer

Van Gogh needs some color

She holds lights above her

Feels like summer