كلمات Brushstrokes

You draw the lines on which I balance It’s a colourful road to go down I walk past elephants and rainbows Broken gardens, carousels, whistling sounds and ringing bells You paint the sky red It burns my eyes to look On the endless wandering clouds Heading towards something like young adventurous birds I’m lost in your brushstrokes I’m the underdog All is out of my hands Cut the trees that grow in me Break down all that dwells in me Don’t let me go I’m lost in your brushstrokes You let me go I’m lost in your brushstrokes Don’t let me go I don’t do well out of your control I’m lost in your brushstrokes I’m an adventurous bird Craving for the solitude and tasty food I rest on tricky minefields Fly out in storms like a true kamikaze fool Don’t let me go I’m lost in your brushstrokes You let me go I’m lost in your brushstrokes Don’t let me go I don’t do well out of your control I’m lost in your brushstrokes I’ll lay it to rest