Ribbons

When I look at you I see ribbons of blue
And hold you up, just enough, an elegant twist
Round your delicate wrist, are you old enough
To feel lost? Noah paints a picture with your blues x2
When we were three, we were wild and free
We were rogue and free in love
Now we are more, we are filled with our flaws
We’re not bold enough to open up
Through our veins is a picture with your blues x2
Give every clue, ribbons inside of you x2
You fell through the sky like the softest of size
And then you land lost and found
And now will be knows before bad seeds are sown
What you are, my love, good enough
Noah paints a picture with your blues x2
Give every clue, ribbons inside of you x2