A thousand different colours Just behind my eyes And they're free, pretty little flashes Clouding my ideas of what's right Someone on my shoulder, I can hear his words And I, try to ignore, the patterns underneath it all And I, try to ignore, the patterns underneath it all
But there's nothing wrong, with being wrong I'm heavy weather
It's the point I crave when the moment starts to crystallise inside my head And the pieces come together as one There's a plot here flowing I'm stuck against the solitary fear my friend And I'm not about to find the right help
And I try to ignore the patterns underneath it all
When the patterns clear and the blue shines through I bit my tongue and swallow down I bit my tongue and swallow down I don't collect as much, fragile bliss Swallow it down It grows inside of me like a chrysalis, ready to burst
And I'll collect as much fragile bliss and swallow it down It grows inside of me like a chrysalis, ready to burst And I try to ignore, the patterns under it all And I try to ignore, the patterns under it all And I try to ignore, the patterns under it all And I try to ignore, the patterns under it all