Before There Was Color - Halou

It must seem

Permanent

It must seem

Important

It must take

All your control

Not to get

Obsessive

Just as pain becomes discomfort

Over time

What the human soul can tolerate

Is no surprise

I’m rooted to my path

And I’m blinded on the sides

Why is it I feel so?

I have everything I want

The stuff of all my dreams

Why is it I need so?

In the same way pain can become humor

Over time

The scars that time will wash away

Are no surprise

I’m rooted to my path

And I’m blinded on the sides

Why is it I feel so?

I have everything I want

The stuff of all my dreams

Why is it I need so?

I know you’re inside

Because I can feel your life

Why is it I bleed so?

And you thought that these times

Were just ordinary