Текст песни Francis - Sophia Kennedy

You've got nothing but chances, Francis
Even if you go to Paris
The inside of your hands will always be the same

Just walk across the golden bridge
That your parents built for you
There are at least a million houses
You can pick one by the shore

You are a prince in real time, Francis
With a horse in the garage
It'll take you many places
And whisper who you are

Everybody's got a problem
And they treat it like a pet
Feed it when it's hungry
And cry when it is dead

Why don't you ask your little sister
To take another picture of you
Facing the bathroom mirror
With your tongue between your fingers

Too many chances, Francis
Just put on a smile
Everything's free, all the papers have been signed
Just loosen up the buttoned shirt
You won't ever make mistakes
'Cause you were never taught
How mistakes are made

You are a prince in real time, Francis
See balloons fill up the sky
You're invited to the party
Everybody likes your style

But you hide up in the attic
With panic in your eyes
As tears come rolling down
Your face like diamonds

Everybody's got a problem
And they treat it like a pet
Feed it when it's hungry
And cry when it is dead

Why don't you take another picture
With your thumbs up in the mirror?
Even in the winter your body is a sculpture