Tiny Storms
Solitude is not your problem, feeling proud of little monsters
Dancing all night for you, turning your hair in blue
Spin around with tiny storms, fast
Lift your soul from bed and catch lights
I'm up for the rest of night
I'm busy to hear no one
I live in quiet nights this time
I'm staring at the open
I feel these bullets left no scars
I'm staring at the open
I close my eyes with daily light
I'm staring at the open
I walk my mind through secret stars
I'm staring at the open
I'm leaving home at foggy times
I'm staring at the open
I bought a candle with magic wax
I'm staring at the open
You chose discrete control of time
I'm staring at the open
I've broke all strings of my guitars
I'm staring at the open
Silence is a funny story
Whispers never stop, so glorious
Searching my head at times
I'm singing a note too high
Legacy is not my torture
Proud of me for painting straight lines
I'm saving on painter's brush
Waiting for colors right
I live in quiet nights this time
I'm staring at the open
I feel these bullets left no scars
I'm staring at the open
I close my eyes with daily light
I'm staring at the open
I walk my mind through secret stars
I'm staring at the open
I'm leaving home at foggy times
I'm staring at the open
I bought a candle with magic wax
I'm staring at the open
You chose discrete control of time
I'm staring at the open
I've broke all strings of my guitars
I'm staring at the open
I'm staring at the open
I'm staring at the open
I'm staring at the open
I'm staring at the open
Dancing all night for you, turning your hair in blue
Spin around with tiny storms, fast
Lift your soul from bed and catch lights
I'm up for the rest of night
I'm busy to hear no one
I live in quiet nights this time
I'm staring at the open
I feel these bullets left no scars
I'm staring at the open
I close my eyes with daily light
I'm staring at the open
I walk my mind through secret stars
I'm staring at the open
I'm leaving home at foggy times
I'm staring at the open
I bought a candle with magic wax
I'm staring at the open
You chose discrete control of time
I'm staring at the open
I've broke all strings of my guitars
I'm staring at the open
Silence is a funny story
Whispers never stop, so glorious
Searching my head at times
I'm singing a note too high
Legacy is not my torture
Proud of me for painting straight lines
I'm saving on painter's brush
Waiting for colors right
I live in quiet nights this time
I'm staring at the open
I feel these bullets left no scars
I'm staring at the open
I close my eyes with daily light
I'm staring at the open
I walk my mind through secret stars
I'm staring at the open
I'm leaving home at foggy times
I'm staring at the open
I bought a candle with magic wax
I'm staring at the open
You chose discrete control of time
I'm staring at the open
I've broke all strings of my guitars
I'm staring at the open
I'm staring at the open
I'm staring at the open
I'm staring at the open
I'm staring at the open
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