Elsa Hewitt все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

It's already left
But you can still see it
Time getting cut short
Killing one bird with two stones
That I can hardly lift
Sometimes you just have to say yes to yourself
And no-one else
Your subconscious knows more than you think

She can't get used to
The awkward way they treat you
It seems like
We have disconnected
Hello again my old friend
Reunited till the end
Powerless fun
I like what I've been given:

Their absence makes me sad sometimes
In late November's embers
Dreams take me to places
That are far and yet familiar
And I drift in its tides
And wake up on a different shore
Where my skeleton feels heavier
Where no matter what my conscience tells me

The opportunity knocked but i wasn't in, thoughtless impatience, affinity. Weird appeared, the dress was so big I was like standing in a boxing ring...
That night was a half-sleep, drowning in discord, but my fate was sealed when I stepped on the springboard. Well I was a student, but now I'm just a childish adult. Don't freak out before the panel of gods, crying""I don't know what I am but I know what I'm not!"". My mind remains unchanged I just wanna live in a peaceful house- maybe I'm insensitive to the fact that he's insensitive to the fact that I am sensitive.
Rainbowz- never too old to open.
In this moment I am without problems, walking is good for thinking outwards and talking inwards. I am immune to outrage, I am immune to these powers! Except projectile puking of rainbows and flowers... But the first of May- there I was on that day- frowning on a bus with all my first world problems; pretentious, technoless, too much abstraction and not enough pun, all in, believe me, but all out of fun, and feeling too down to go missioning around or cycle like a psycho through the shark-infested town.
Rainbowz- never too old to open.
As i sat there in the serving spoon, gaze up at the new moon with the last drops of the monsoon on my eyes, the crack appears through the roof of the cocoon, an outburst of colours, like a sparkley cartoon. All roses and mental cleanliness quand vous êtes en mode prend soin de soin.
Quand vous êtes en mode prend soin de soi- land on your feet, hard core, soft heart.

No awareness of your weirdness
No awareness of your wellness
Things you learn the hard way
They can never be unlearnt
Worship only the sun
Until your sunburnt
I'm trying not to be rigid
And understand we are all different