[Verse 1]
Sun's going onto to leave
Drinking more and smoking weed
Living from the colours in my room
Painting ordinary views
Skyfalling, broken tunes
Ruptures won't explain
Relapsing every day
Of my love is this, to live, of my mind's essays

[Verse 2]
Momma's parchment to me
Put those lips up on his ear
Remember all the colours in my room
He created possible
What kind of way?
What kind of way is this?
What kind of way is this?
What, what kind of way is this?
What kind of way, what kind of way is this?
What kind of way is this? (What kind of way is this?)
What kind of way is this?