Abrasive to the touch
all in all in all the same thing now
we are gathered here in nonesuch
hooks back to the line
and i trip over myself here
and i trip over myself
something's stuck in me here
and i can't get out
Some in paint
some in blood
some in makeup
derail me
To everything -
churn, churn, churn
there is a season -
churn, churn, churn
there is a reason
churn, churn, churn
this ain't the time or the place
I am sick of walking into rainbows
i am sick of plugging into rainbows
i am sick of tuning into rainbows
i am sick of turning into rainbows