A prism spectrum above the land I'm looking up, now spinning out, we're flying up, and crashing down The mountains tower, but they're beneath us White patterns break, past summers snake There's reason to believe that I'm making this up I'll go back to make loud noise in my room There's reasons for the sounds I produce I'll go back to loud things in my room I promise they're just ugly to you I'm just making loud noise in my room I'll just make more loud noise in my room
Shouldn't stay inside for too long Life is only everything that you do, so make it something worth remembering Wake to the feeling of cat friends They're running off, no stopping them, my blanket's gone, I'm feeling cold They look at me. I'm an enemy. They know what's inside (bursting outside) Nothing saves me from my insides
I'll go back to make loud noise in my room There's reasons for the sounds I produce I think that my reasons are all true I hope that I convey things to you These noises make up things I call songs These songs make up places I can call home Look at me I'm making noise in my room I'll do it, make a song about you I'm going broke I'm losing my hair I don't think you will even care Can you hear me ruining both of my ears? Unpopular pop music fantasiesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
