52 - Melodownz, Mountain Boy

Get up

Find your feet

You’ve fallen asleep son

Time to get a move on

Fever

In your bones

You rest on your own terms

Smoke out the coward

Would you quit with the cold words

Take it on your shoulders

Throw away composure

Move on Take it slow

I lost you in the low clouds

Making magic of know-how

Would you quit with the cold words

Take it on your shoulders

Throw away composure

All my fables fall down

Lead me with that grey crown

I believe it somehow, said

Still wonder if I’m made for this

52 times don’t feel like bliss

But if there’s one thing that I know for sure

I’d rather feel like this than not feel at all

And maybe one day I will cut that cord

Just maybe I’ll find what I was searching for