Pastel - Nai Harvest

You talk about

A colourful life

And the way we die

Is concrete

The pavement tied to your feet

I can’t breath…

Without some clarityyyyyy

I think i’m going crazyyyyyyy

Stuck inside this dark room

With no window with sunlight…

Talk about

Everything else

Like you have reason

Break my neck

And also pick me up and guide me…

Riff

Woooooaaaaoooh wooaaaooh

Woooooaaaaoooh woooaaaooaaooh

Little more riff