Coloured Pastels - Racing Hearts

My consciousness keeps slipping through my fingers,

This fragile sense of who I am and where I'm from

Keep on stretching, reaching for whispers and fragments,

Do I ever really sleep, or am I just unaware?

Wake up, wake up, my courage is laid to rest

Please somebody tell me, why nothing feels real anymore,

when I would die to feel anything

Everything is coloured pastels and racing hearts

When my heart beats in my ears,

and the blood goes to my head

It's then that I truly feel alive

and I think of you

and I think of you

Wake up, wake up, my courage is laid to rest

And I don't want to lose my hold, I don't want to lose

control

In the end, tell me everything will be okay