11 acessos
My consciousness keeps slipping through my fingers,
This fragile sense of who i am and where i'm from
Keep on stretching, reaching for whispers and fragments,
Do i ever really sleep, or am i just unaware?
Wake up, wake up, my courage is laid to rest
Please somebody tell me, why nothing feels real anymore,
When i would die to feel anything
Everything is coloured pastels and racing hearts
When my heart beats in my ears,
And the blood goes to my head
It's then that i truly feel alive
And i think of you
And i think of you
Wake up, wake up, my courage is laid to rest
And i don't want to lose my hold, i don't want to lose control
In the end, tell me everything will be okay