He's scrolling through life with head down
Keeps playing screen games under black clouds
Draging his feet over dead ground
Always feeling the fear that you‘ve missed out
Something new
No camuflage
Something real
So close to the edge of the truth
Put a little thread through the eye of a needle
Catch another breath
Lift your face to the sun
Now you're walking through life with your head up
And all the signs that you see will help you realize
When you build your own flame you get the brightest life
Light of the flame will make you feel right
Something new
No camuflage
Something real
So close to the edge of the truth
Put a little thread through the eye of a needle
Catch another breath
Lift your face to the sun
Put a little thread through the eye of a needle
Catch another breath
Lift your face to the sun
Peter Aristone:
Peter Aristone:
