it s this perfect harmony that tires me so endlessly it s the hurt inside of me makes me see the light in me it s the perfect colour that bleeds twisted into the tapestry it s the way you laugh at me when i m too blind to see if i was high i could be a flame i would bend the sky and set the world on fire if i was high i would blow you away it s the hurt inside of me makes me see the light in me it s the way you laugh at me when i m too blind to see if i was high i could be a flame i would bend the sky and set the world on fire if i was high i would blow you away