Blurry - Clara Luzia

It’s me and a room

And so many things to do

But I just sit here with my head in my hands

Fall is marching in

Sadness comes along

How come I get lost

So easily

Guess I’m looking for a room

Between the lines

Where I can sit

Where I can cry

For no apparent reason

Fall is marching in

And I’m drawing back

I put the world on hold

I put my hands in the air

This doesn’t take me anywhere

This doesn’t take me anywhere

This doesn’t take me anywhere

Your image has gotten blurry

Since I’m hiding down here

When will you come

And make us reappear