Из альбома: Suburban Tribe

The colour of grace alters

depending on the light

reflects my manic state

commotion fades

all details and shades

leaving black and white



Blinded by obscurity

ears bleed from discolouring silence

bare and disarmed before you

talk to me god

talk to me god



Beneath my silent skin

I reach for you

into the blue

undress my disbelief

I follow you

into the blue



The more it's simplified

the harder it gets for me to see

I'm straying in the dark

grasping air with a hollow stare

please lead me on my way



peel off all the layers one by one

till I see the true heart of my impurity

I'm disarmed before you

talk to me god

talk to me god

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