lyrics
Don't think,
Of all the things you could've been.
Don't matter,
What they think you're in your skin.
Cos I don't believe,
That you'd wreck your ship and sink into a fire,
Or parody,
That the system's drawn itself in your design.
Can't you see?
All your seams are not the lines that which define.
There's order,
In all beliefs that would define you.
Or is there?
Just a puppet on a guided string,
Sentiments of the right vs wrong,
Hollow twist in the words of a song,
Dotted line that we all walk along,
Fragile design of a mind not our own.
Cos I don't believe,
That you'd wreck your ship and sink into a fire,
Or parody,
That the system's drawn itself in your design.
Can't you see?
All your seams are not the lines that which define.
Your right to a season,
Full of reason.
You ride your choices,
Made with beating hearts,
And voices of a compass.
Your conscience.
Cos I don't believe,
That you'd wreck your ship and sink into a fire,
Or parody,
That the system's drawn itself in your design.
Can't you see?
All your seams are not the lines that which define.
credits
from
GOLD,
released January 29, 2020
Written, arranged & performed by Asela Perera
Electric Guitar arranged & performed by Thishan Wijesinghe
Strings arranged & performed by Natasha Senanayake
Bass arranged by Suren De Kauwe & performed by Nishan Daniel
Drums arranged & performed by Shehan Rodrigo
Drums recorded by Scott Long
Co-produced by Asela Perera & Nishan Daneil
mixed & mastered by Nishan Daniel at Hitfactory
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