- cifra
I got a symphony in my head
Whispering things I should hide
If I listen it might bring back feelings
That I almost couldn't leave behind
Amphetamines you're not supposed to use
Have to figure how to shh
Move but keep yourself behind the rule
Have to figure how to
Lie
But you won't
Bright
Is what you're not
Climb high 'til you don't
See beneath the lines
They've never been written right
It's like a rolling dice
It goes 1, 2, 3, 4 times
Randomly accurate
It feels chaotic
Right
I got a symphony in my head
Whispering things I should hide
If I listen it might bring back feelings
That I almost couldn't leave behind
It's all about the common sense
Or there's a page telling how to do
Keep the feeling that a man should have the chance
To draw his own true line
Lie
But you won't
Bright
Is what you're not
Climb high 'til you don't
See beneath the lines
They've never been written right
It's like a rolling dice
It goes 1, 2, 3, 4 times
Randomly accurate
It feels chaotic
It's like a rolling dice
It goes 1, 2, 3, 4 times
Randomly accurate
It feels chaotic
Right
