Hollow on the Outside

I swear these streets were painted And I invented wings With weak imaginations And broken things Hollow on the outside Beauty in the eye Too smart to lose her Dumb enough to try The sky is just a tired, lonely wall But you're the sweetest sadness of them all Are there stars in heaven Do angels have their doubts Is hell anticipation Or finding out I believe in nothing Does that mean I believe In dreams too big for numbers And guarantees The sky is just a tired, lonely wall But you're the sweetest sadness of them all The sky is just a tired, lonely wall But you're the sweetest sadness of them all