Lyrics Brushstrokes - Asbjørn

Brushstrokes

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