01/29

I might be colourblind but I still feel blue tonight
I'm crawling through the streets but I won't come back for more

The ghosts that I'm calling, they are coming after me
I try hard to believe in the miracles I see

And I'm always searching the ways to get back to you
I'm always searching my way to you

I keep on spinning thoughts but I got a clear sign
I'm weeping all night, yellow bird you will be blind

Stop breathing, no I won't come back for more for a fistful of dollars, will it open up that door?

And I keep on searching the ways to get back to you
I keep on searching my ways to get back to you

I feel my heart’s so full of life that you locked it away
And if you'd really care, open it one day

So I keep on searching my ways to get back to you
I will always be searching my winding road to you

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