Clarity
Take my head from home I need clarity
White knuckle bones, beating chests, breaking sweat tryna breath
If all roads lead to Rome, then when can we leave
In the black of the night lit by white in full clarity
(Yeah)
I ain't got no destination
Come face to face with creation
Seeing Dali paintings, trees are swaying
Tripping on vacation, Tame Impala playing
If life is only a figment
Of dreams and colour palette pigments
A beautiful gallery, may be a fallacy
Shit behind the smell of incense
Time it flies just
Like a passing bird
Yet we laugh all night
Oh how these hours blur
Dunking logs onto the fire
Watch them burn
Like a phoenix rising from a forest full of ferns
Wonderful imagery
Approaching so cynically
As lions stalk their prey
Minus the killing kiss
Bow my head and pray
Forgive my reprobate
When bless-ed be the day
I finally feel the bliss
Show me something I have never seen before
Spinning heads watch ceiling fans from on the floor
Show me something I have never seen before
CRT's show DVDs, sip jasmine tea and wait to lose control
Take my head from home I need clarity
White knuckle bones, beating chests, breaking sweat tryna breath
If all roads lead to Rome, then when can we leave
In the black of the night lit by white in full clarity
White knuckle bones, beating chests, breaking sweat tryna breath
If all roads lead to Rome, then when can we leave
In the black of the night lit by white in full clarity
(Yeah)
I ain't got no destination
Come face to face with creation
Seeing Dali paintings, trees are swaying
Tripping on vacation, Tame Impala playing
If life is only a figment
Of dreams and colour palette pigments
A beautiful gallery, may be a fallacy
Shit behind the smell of incense
Time it flies just
Like a passing bird
Yet we laugh all night
Oh how these hours blur
Dunking logs onto the fire
Watch them burn
Like a phoenix rising from a forest full of ferns
Wonderful imagery
Approaching so cynically
As lions stalk their prey
Minus the killing kiss
Bow my head and pray
Forgive my reprobate
When bless-ed be the day
I finally feel the bliss
Show me something I have never seen before
Spinning heads watch ceiling fans from on the floor
Show me something I have never seen before
CRT's show DVDs, sip jasmine tea and wait to lose control
Take my head from home I need clarity
White knuckle bones, beating chests, breaking sweat tryna breath
If all roads lead to Rome, then when can we leave
In the black of the night lit by white in full clarity
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Writer(s): Raj Marwaha
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