Hues of blue
Crossed between blurry streaks that become a road ahead
I feel the heat rushing
And I glance up at the sky
So I can breathe correctly
Fresh air is the cure
When the patterns turn red
Lights and sounds
That relieve you
The delayed sound
Has my ears at ease
As I have heard a perfect
Composition that defines this moment we live in
The color spectrum has become unreal
Hues of blue
Crossed between blurry streaks that become a road ahead
I feel the heat rushing
And I glance up at the sky
So I can breathe correctly
Fresh air is the cure
Hues of blue
Crossed between blurry streaks that become a road ahead
I feel the heat rushing
And I glance up at the sky
So I can breathe correctly
Fresh air is the cure
Ryan Palma - Clear Thoughts Lyrics
Ryan Palma - Clear Thoughts Lyrics
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Hues of blue
Crossed between blurry streaks that become a road ahead
I feel the heat rushing
And I glance up at the sky
So I can breathe correctly
Fresh air is the cure
When the patterns turn red
Lights and sounds
That relieve you
The delayed sound
Has my ears at ease
As I have heard a perfect
Composition that defines this moment we live in
The color spectrum has become unreal
Hues of blue
Crossed between blurry streaks that become a road ahead
I feel the heat rushing
And I glance up at the sky
So I can breathe correctly
Fresh air is the cure
Hues of blue
Crossed between blurry streaks that become a road ahead
I feel the heat rushing
And I glance up at the sky
So I can breathe correctly
Fresh air is the cure
Crossed between blurry streaks that become a road ahead
I feel the heat rushing
And I glance up at the sky
So I can breathe correctly
Fresh air is the cure
When the patterns turn red
Lights and sounds
That relieve you
The delayed sound
Has my ears at ease
As I have heard a perfect
Composition that defines this moment we live in
The color spectrum has become unreal
Hues of blue
Crossed between blurry streaks that become a road ahead
I feel the heat rushing
And I glance up at the sky
So I can breathe correctly
Fresh air is the cure
Hues of blue
Crossed between blurry streaks that become a road ahead
I feel the heat rushing
And I glance up at the sky
So I can breathe correctly
Fresh air is the cure
Writer: Ryan Palma
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
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