I'm thinking too clearly
I'm seeing too bright
I'm perfectly striping the beauty in life
I miss the madness
I miss that green delight
I miss the confusion
I miss the bitterness
When fear was a good thing
Consequence was just a coincidence
Eight in the morning and our minds were still a mess
Eight in the morning and our minds were still a mess
I need to steal
Bring back that feel
The color's fading
The color is fading out
I'm thinking too clearly
I'm holding too tight
I'm perfectly putting to sleep the beauty in life
Summon my madness with a stroke of green delight
Summon my madness with a smoke of green delight
I need to steal
Bring back that feel
The color's fading
The color is fading out
I need to fly
Bring back that high
I miss that green
I miss that green delight