I’ve always liked films in monochrome,
but living life in black and white is dull.
Today is desaturated but I know I’ll be fine.
His name is a cloud that followed me for two years.
It threw the rain down and brought a storm of fears.
It’s alright, even clouds cry so I’m sure I’ll be fine.
In the eye of a blink,
my brain’s on the brink and I don’t know how it works.
I think and I think until my sanity sinks and it’s making my head hurt.
You’re a rainbow in a leather jacket…
maybe you could bring us back to life.
When the gig’s done and the lights have faded,
I’m all alone; the silence on its way.
I’m falling, but in the morning I hope I’ll be fine.
"Uh, Do I feel happy, right?
Well it only happens, I think, in moments
I think sometimes I do, sometimes I don't,
which is natural I guess for everyone.
But it’s that I am not generally happy,
If I'm generally anything, I guess I’m generally miserable
My mouth says fine but my eyes don’t lie.
I don’t wanna die, just tired of feeling colour blind.
Stay by my side.
Seek my lost mind.
I don’t wanna die,
just tired of feeling colour blind.