All the colours, all the angles
Everything that makes a miracle, a miracle
(Slips away, slips away)
All the makeup, all the music
Little documents for happiness and hatred
(Every day, every day)
All the colours, all emotions
All the contacts
They will come undone
If I let it go
I'm not crashing, this is my party
I'm not crashing, I'm just here.
I'm not crashing, this is my party
I'm not crashing, I'm just here.
Young and lonely, soft and angry
Under every single moment there's a message
(In your way, in your way)
In reaction, in reduction
There's a dignity to showing you my weakness
(Small and true, small and true)
All the stillness, all the textures
All the contexts
They will go unshown
If I let it go