[music]
[intro-quite vocals, distant synth]
Chorus
We are all in pain looking healthy as hell
Smiling in-front of the mirror that has stories to tell
When the doors are closed and the bells don’t ring
It’s your pages that someone sings
[Verse1 -soft emotional heart felt vocals sung like read aemeli sande read all about it]
You’ve got a heart full of patience
Your just finding your way
It isn’t any different if you shelter your pain
Stories hidden inside can may be authored and named
Your titles may shine in different ways
You just got to find the courage to read out your page
Every written adventure book marks your space
Lines of poetry as the readers glaze
Nothing ever comes from hiding your pain
Speaking with truth, words written the same
Never fold your pages and put them away
The imagination that flows like a paper plane
Ink on the feathers scroll written letters
Somebody’s emotions was sent to help us
Dimmed lights with a soul so selfless
The page of light sorted and shelved this
Words written with your pain are the core for the helpless
Life’s worrys and gifts may knock sooner than you think,
If you read the page and let it sink
Chorus
We are all in pain looking healthy as hell
Smiling in-front of the mirror that has stories to tell
When the doors are closed and the bells don’t ring
It’s your pages that someone sings
(Music)
[Verse 2 extra emotional whisper good singing]
The pages of a lifer written in his timeline
The stories of wars and chasing the lime light
Beauty of struggle followed by a high life
Magic of marriage the sweetest couples flight
The delight of birth and the baby life
All these titles keep you up at night
Engraved and written golden on the pen
The scrolls that dried was the writers friend
Expressions from the timers lens
Made its way for us to communicate with them
Page and titles written with no end
It’s the train of life that starts when you lift your pen
Chorus
We are all in pain looking healthy as hell
Smiling in-front of the mirror that has stories to tell
When the doors are closed and the bells don’t ring
It’s your pages that someone sings
(Music)
