Tragic

Tearing down these walls and all these fences
Heart’s unguarded, now I feel defenseless
This world’s just shattering apart
Words don’t matter any more to me
I bury myself in insecurities
A disaster
Oh, is that what I’m after?

It could be magic
A life of gold, never coming up so tragic
And I’d be a working man, make it a habit
I never wanted all this crazy
What I wouldn’t do to get it right and back on track
Fill the space with drafts and try to live new

Channel my inner self to feel protected
An orange haze is how I see affliction
As elusive as I can be
I tried to settle down like the breeze
Sigh like the wind, cradled symphonies
Full of laughter
Oh, that’s all I’m after

It could be magic
A life of gold, never coming up so tragic
And I’d be a working man, make it a habit
I never wanted all this crazy
What I wouldn’t do to get it right and back on track
Fill the space with drafts and try to live new

Do you wanna escape with me?
Live a life of uncertainty
Make a wish, make your wish so clear
What I wouldn’t do to get it right and back on track
Fill the space with drafts and try to live new

A life of gold, never coming up so tragic
And I’d be a working man, make it a habit
I never wanted all this crazy
What I wouldn’t do to get it right and back on track
Fill the space with drafts and try to live new