Bells & Whistles

Verse 1:

Many speak of blocks but I do not build at all

The art is finally done so the pressing pressure for more will soon follow…

Pre 1:

After stats and number games

Your squid arms will flail as always just the same

Chorus:

Every word, every dream, is bound to come around again

Every sign, every scene, is replayed by a fold of ten

Every song and every heart, are just bells and whistles

Verse 2:

I see in technicolour towards the strings I have bonded and learnt so well

But I know colours will change once I am out of this dry spell.

Something as thick...

Pre 2:

as blood should not ever be a chore,

But rest assured if it becomes this way

I will reconsider

Chorus

Bridge:

There’s no need,

for black to bleed

Chorus