Coloured Pastels - Racing Hearts

My consciousness keeps slipping through my fingers
This fragile sense of who I am and where, 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

Please somebody tell me why nothing feels real anymore
When I would die to feel anything
Everything is coloured pastels and racing hearts

In the end, tell me everything will be okay, be okay
In the end, tell me everything will be okay, be okay

Please somebody tell me why nothing feels real anymore
When I would die to feel anything
Everything is coloured pastels and racing hearts

Please somebody tell me why nothing feels real anymore
When I would die to feel anything
Everything is coloured pastels and racing hearts