Brushstrokes - Asbjørn

You draw the lines on which I balance

It’s a colourful road to go down

I walk past elephants and rainbows

Broken gardens, carousels, whistling sounds

And ringing bells

You paint the sky red

It burns my eyes to look

On the endless wandering clouds

Heading towards something like

Young adventurous birds

I’m lost in your brushstrokes

I’m lost in your brushstrokes

I’m lost in your brushstrokes

I’m lost in your brushstrokes

I’m lost in your brushstrokes

I’m the underdog

All is out of my hands

Cut the trees that grow in me

Break down all that dwells in me

Don’t let me go I’m lost in your brushstrokes

You let me go I’m lost in your brushstrokes

Don’t let me go I don’t do well out of your control

I’m lost in your brushstrokes

I’m an adventurous bird

Craving for the solitude and tasty food

I rest on tricky minefields

Fly out in storms like a true kamikaze fool

Don’t let me go I’m lost in your brushstrokes

You let me go I’m lost in your brushstrokes

Don’t let me go I don’t do well out of your control

I’m lost in your brushstrokes

I’ll lay it to rest

I’ll lay it to rest

I’ll lay it to rest

I’ll lay it to rest

I’ll lay it to rest

I’ll lay it to rest…

Don’t let me go

I’m lost in your brushstrokes

Don’t let me go

I’m lost in your brushstrokes