Clouded by colour, abandoned in truth
It seems that I like to fall back into you
A memory of better days, a moment in bloom
So fragile broken, magnificent youth
No I won’t back down from you
We were never meant to lose
Protective and stubborn, the warmth of a crowd
Days without you are days living in hell
I hear your voice in everything, a blanket of sound
The fire in you could burn whole cities down
I can feel you in the ground
I can see you in the clouds
Clouded by colour, abandoned in truth
It seems that I like to fall back into you
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