Bipolar 1
๐ต 538 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:48 duration
๐ ID: 13080752
๐ Lyrics
He's not human,
a fire in black and white:
my internal uncanny valley,
fog around half formed memories.
Can you feel the lack of warmth in the sunrise?
All the fields are freezing up, reflecting so bright.
Bipolar 1:
definition is a mirror.
So I've been running half my life,
alone with voices in the night.
Can you feel their floating warmth in the night sky?
All the fields are swelling up, giving new life.
He believes in a god sometimes:
the truth beneath the world he finds
when he writes these songs--
fence posts to protect me.
a fire in black and white:
my internal uncanny valley,
fog around half formed memories.
Can you feel the lack of warmth in the sunrise?
All the fields are freezing up, reflecting so bright.
Bipolar 1:
definition is a mirror.
So I've been running half my life,
alone with voices in the night.
Can you feel their floating warmth in the night sky?
All the fields are swelling up, giving new life.
He believes in a god sometimes:
the truth beneath the world he finds
when he writes these songs--
fence posts to protect me.