He’s in love with the melody
He feels the beats alive under your skin
He is connected

His eyes light up at crescendo
His lips curve to smile
His muscles tighten to keep it in

She’s in love with the melody
She feels alive with the beats
She is connected

Her eyes twinkle as it decrescendos
Her pain becomes more bearable
Her muscles tighten to simply feel

Grey Room

Well I've been here before
Sat on the floor in a grey grey room
Where I stay in all day
I don't eat, but I play with this grey grey food

Desole, if someone is prayin' then I might break out,
Desole, even if I scream I can't scream that loud

I'm all alone again
Crawling back home again
Stuck by the phone again

Well I've been here before
Sat on a floor in a grey grey mood
Where I stay up all night
And all that I write is a grey grey tune

So pray for me child, just for a while
That I might break out yeah
Pray for me child
Even a smile would do for now

'Cause I'm all alone again
Crawling back home again
Stuck by the phone again

Have I still got you to be my open door
Have I still got you to be my sandy shore
Have I still got you to cross my bridge in this storm
Have I still got you to keep me warm

If I squeeze my grape and I drink my wine
Coz if I squeeze my grape and I drink my wine
Oh coz nothing is lost, it's just frozen in frost,
And it's opening time, there's no-one in line

But I've still got me to be your open door,
I've still got me to be your sandy shore
I've still got me to cross your bridge in this storm
And I've still got me to keep you warm

Trapped, confined, inner spaces
Suffocated, asphyxiated, inebriated

Intense, extreme, concentrated
Velocity, momentum, force

Spacing, floating, sliding
Highs, cries, smiles

Drowning in a sea of thoughts
the clear blue skies do nothing
to appease the troubled mind

Failure of cause and consequence
The heart is battered
and patched over and over
Happy plasters be gone

Patchwork appreciation misunderstood
De javu

Thorns are out
Defence mechanism
Survival instincts
Disillusioned lover

The barbs dig deeper
Sinister

Exposed to embrace but denied
Grit my teeth, get on with it

Pain is pleasure
pleasure is pain