Matt Little - Cool Heat Lyrics

I felt the movement of my mind
As I watched the sun hide
The colours of the sky
A spectrum of lights
That flow as though in the ocean
A world of centripetal motion

Then in what felt like an instant
My room was so different
Each and every painting
Had something to say
And in that moment, I felt it
The voice in my head was my own now

And then, while lost in the cool heat
The blankets on my sheets
Begin to take shape of
The people that I love
I don't know what had gone wrong
But felt in my bones, it was my fault

Then voices, though through a tin-can
You think you're a strong man
Yet here you spend your time
At the back of the front-line
Latching onto their stories
Through fear that your own is too boring