Alright

Summers gone away again, I know I always, wish that you were here
So let’s start the tele and admire the way you mirror as we turn it off
But now

Clouds are falling hope is looking small and I am trapped inside my room
Yeah everything will be alright
Floor is messy I’m not stressing this place will never be my tomb
Yeah everything will be alright

Waste away, my bones are welded to the ground, but comfort from your thoughts
And I, stay away, infection by your image seems to drown me, and that’s a good thing
So now
Music seems to be the only remedy for my transgressions, the only help I need
And now
How can I be a good man if I’m not listening to the man now, I’m suffering with

Clouds are falling hope is looking small and I am trapped inside my room
Yeah everything will be alright
Floor is messy I’m not stressing this place will never be my tomb
Yeah everything will be alright

Clouds are falling hope is looking small and I am trapped inside my room
Yeah everything will be alright
Floor is messy I’m not stressing this place will never be my tomb
Yeah everything will be alright

Yeah everything will be alright