Romanticise

Don't, don't Don't, don't Don't, don't This ordinary thing can be more colourful than you say it is The cardinal sin is to tell a lie but now you must give in The storm came down on you just like it was the end And then you hid and you covered your head But face the rage and feel how thrilling it can be Cause in the bedlam there is always beauty Its shaking, its shaking the ground its a-breaking And you cant control it, so own it and feel good Im searching for glory, now tell me a story I don't want to hear that you no longer feel good Theres promising doors that are open at the end of the hole And your loneliness calls, filling the spaces where you could have explored Despair came down on you just like it was the end And then you hid and you covered your head But face the rage and feel how thrilling it can be 'Cause in the bedlam we can find the beauty Its shaking, its shaking the ground its a-breaking And you cant control it, so own it and feel good Im searching for glory, now tell me a story I don't want to hear that you no longer feel good The storm came down but don't you runaway, runaway Despair came down but don't you hideaway, hideaway It feels good it you just face it Its shaking, its shaking the ground its a-breaking And you cant control it, so own it and feel good Im searching for glory, now tell me a story I don't want to hear that you no longer feel good Don't, don't Don't, don't Don't, don't