Lletres: 7 Blue Skies. Exhausted. Sound Device.

Hear all the words trickling now
The looks on your faces get me down

Kill the storm
Say goodnight
Fall asleep
Time to fly

The colors around stimulate signs
It's born again
So place me on the backdrop of it
Its wasting time

See all the ones that surround you
Such delicate fuss made about truth

Feel all the mist hovering for
The end of an era and much more