Colour 8 letra

A gentle push to
The small of my back
On my way down
I look through the windows

I see all kind of problems
All mostly the same
A heavy drink
Of stirring emotions

As time travels through
The last of myself
My tight-fisted heart
Is slowly dissolving

No longer volatile
Just soaring and free
The ill at ease
Start taking over

The Black Lamps - Letras

• Are There No More Surprises?
• Awkward
• Colour 8
• Gene Pool
• Low Hanging Fruit
• Planets
• Scissors, Paper, Stone
• The Archivist
• The Smoking Party