Is it foreign air in my lungs?
A new sort of taste
What is it that I’ve found?
Is it good or bad?
This new sort of world
Taking its place in my life
I’m so clearly awake
And this still feels like a dream
Pinching my cheeks
I’m alive
Foreign air in my lungs
A beating heart as strong as a drum
Wishes upon wishes on all falling stars
What better way to spend life
Than being inspired throughout
Not the way I planned it just sort of happened over night
I’m so clearly awake
And this still feels like a dream
Pinching my cheeks
I’m alive
I’m so clearly awake
And this still feels like a dream
Pinching my cheeks
I’m alive
When did it all become so beautiful?
When did it all became so filled with light?
When did it all
When did it all
Become so full of life
Greyness
Cloudiness
Now colourful
From monster to man
From an echo to a sound
Wonders for a little heart
I’m so clearly awake
And this still feels like a dream
Pinching my cheeks
I’m alive
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