Memories, make the present crash
Set up time, for us to last
Travel, clarity of mind, we'll pack our clothes later
Feel the music, percussion of life, rhythm and drums elate us
Inner frustration, but addicted to love

See how the world spins from above
What's the color of your elixir

Art's not a splendor, I make it up all the time
I think you know, so I sing it so you know
tempo sings too slow

Strange but true, I'm good with a knife
I carve my way through the message of life

See how the world spins from above
What's the color of your elixir?

Art's not a splendor, I make it up all the time
I think you know, so I sing it so you know, tempo rings too slow

Bridge instrumental

Art's not a splendor, I make it up all the time
I think you know, so I sing it so you know, tempo rings too slow
But that's not a crime


Lyrics submitted by Battah

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