Pink & Red
Perfect stranger met at a party that
Told a secret and now we'll play pretend
Bout another side
Silent, never tired
Go alone for now, I'll be right out and meet you there
So now I'm left
To my own devices
Living in a home with bricks and windows made of air
It is my design that holds me back
I'm scared to find out what I mean by that
And the beautiful sky is pink and red
But when I call its name it does not talk back
This is my perception in finding perfection
It's all for a reason, but I fail to see the lesson
Cause I asked for a breakthrough
But instead my friend is dead
The world is at its darkest, but you seem okay with that
It is my design that holds me back
I'm scared to find out what I mean by that
And the beautiful sky is pink and red
But when I call its name it does not talk back
All my love feels like religion
My friends are little shrines of themselves
In the loudest chaos, blooming
Into the most tragic rose
It is my design that holds me back
I'm scared to find out what I mean by that
And the beautiful sky is pink and red
But when I call its name it does not talk back
It is my design that holds me back
I'm scared to find out what I mean by that
And the beautiful sky is pink and red
But when I call its name it does not talk back
Told a secret and now we'll play pretend
Bout another side
Silent, never tired
Go alone for now, I'll be right out and meet you there
So now I'm left
To my own devices
Living in a home with bricks and windows made of air
It is my design that holds me back
I'm scared to find out what I mean by that
And the beautiful sky is pink and red
But when I call its name it does not talk back
This is my perception in finding perfection
It's all for a reason, but I fail to see the lesson
Cause I asked for a breakthrough
But instead my friend is dead
The world is at its darkest, but you seem okay with that
It is my design that holds me back
I'm scared to find out what I mean by that
And the beautiful sky is pink and red
But when I call its name it does not talk back
All my love feels like religion
My friends are little shrines of themselves
In the loudest chaos, blooming
Into the most tragic rose
It is my design that holds me back
I'm scared to find out what I mean by that
And the beautiful sky is pink and red
But when I call its name it does not talk back
It is my design that holds me back
I'm scared to find out what I mean by that
And the beautiful sky is pink and red
But when I call its name it does not talk back
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Writer(s): Noa Blom
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