New Year

All I wanted comes in colors Vanish everyday I'll keep these promises, these promises Stranger things will come before you Always out of the way We keep these promises, these promises Can you call it? See it coming Just enough to tell a story 'Bout a portrait of a young girl Waiting for a new year All you ever wanted Is it getting away? Visions of a feeling The footsteps at bay You were getting stronger Memories again Now you're open wider It's better this way All I wanted comes in colors Vanish everyday I'll keep these promises, these promises Stranger things will come before you Always out of the way We keep these promises, these promises Won't you write a letter On the page In your own way Write it in a letter On the page It's your own way You were getting wiser It's better this way Faces in the mirror Memories again Now look to a feeling It's lighter than breath All you ever wanted Is it getting away? Can you call it? See it coming Just enough to tell a story 'Bout a portrait of a young girl Waiting for the ending of an era Can you call it? See it coming Just enough to tell a story 'Bout a portrait of a young girl Waiting for the new year --- New Year - Beach House