Silver Into Gold - Ann Sophie

grinning and continuing this lousy flouzy certain thing of wanting to be the

king whom everbody’s following and everyone’s admiring

asking question after question did they not learn a lesson

every second is a blessing but they start obsessing and also messing

stop to caressing who they could become that they could be the one

You try to hold on to this certain one

you sigh you feel like you’re the only one

don’t cry you don’t know yet where you belong

it’s fine it’s fine

It seems quite hard to treat life with regard only if you fall apart

You crave a new start but it seems fair to only care

not about him, her or me just who you want to be

You try to hold on to this certain one

you sigh you feel like you’re the only one

don’t cry you don’t know yet where you belong

it’s fine it’s fine

You try to hold on to this certain one

you sigh you feel like you’re the only one

don’t cry you don’t know yet where you belong

it’s fine it’s fine

Cause you know the picture of your soul

so pick your head up and go

just take it slow

let your feather soak

into the colour of growth

let it turn from silver into gold

Hour after hour you seem to devour your vision of their power they seem like a

flower but there’s nothing more sour than a rose that lost its colour don’t care

'bout what you see just who you want to be

You try to hold on to this certain one

you sigh you feel like you’re the only one

don’t cry you don’t know yet where you belong

it’s fine it’s fine

Cause you know

the picture of your soul

so pick your head up and go

just take it slow

let your feather soak

into the colour of growth

let it turn from silver into gold

badada down

badada down