Teksty: Blind Iris. Tiny Particle Of Pollen.

Boxed up emotion
Need a little head room
Old Soul told me
We're all walking in line
Feeling tucked away
A dusty family heirloom
This place is like rehab
Everybodies tried

I'm dying to let you know
Need this space to breathe
Our blood is left to go
Beneath the soil breeds

Never felt alive
Till a day in December
Often got grounded
Seldom enforced
All fired up
Like a burning hot cinder

Turn down the heat
As I steer my course

I've been lifting weight
Never felt better
There's a rainbow of deception
About a question in the sky
Professors and debt collectors
Don't care about the weather
Anyone can break the law
Without a criminals mind

I'm dying to let you know
I need this space to be
Blood that's left to go
Beneath the soil breathes