The voices in your head would
They'd part the way for me
You'd fight your own path
I was lighter than none other
You were a dying bluebell shower
But lover I stood for all that was right
But lover I stood for all that was right
You fell in to everything that wasn't
This is beautiful for my creation
So was splitting the atom for some
These were the patterns
And who can picture it right?
This was us dying...
The start of something bright.
These were the patterns
And who can picture it right?
This was us dying...
The start of something bright.