We lose ourselves. In the spirit of things. We lose our sight. And we put our trust. In things that whisper. To real world. Nothing to fade away. Yet they keep coming back. (Keep coming back). (Keep c
Verse 1. Living in the same routine. Like the seasons I'm on repeat. It's a long way down. Tryin’ not to follow suit. Don't like the colour. I'll change the shade of it. I'm not afraid of it. Bridge.
