Red Smoke

No need for red smoke
No one's feeling us
Tough every kind of help is always very welcomed
Better we gather all our weapons
They are the precious things we got

We got no clear symptom
Still is hard to see what's going on inside here
We've not yet been diagnosed

A ticking time bomb
A nervous breakdown
How deep we have to go to dive back into our own life?
When everything seems to be falling
And we're faced with where the demons hide

We got no clear symptom
Still is hard to see what's going on inside here
We've not yet been diagnosed

Still is hard to see what's going on inside here
But we find hope
Opening up to affection in every corner
Looking for authentic joy every summer
And restless, we follow



Credits
Writer(s): André Pamplona, Rafael Buga
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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