Kaleidoscope
I wash my dirty window in my sleep, I wake up and I mess it up again. You don’t know I’m here, you don’t know the measures that I take to keep you here. But hello, it’s my pleasure, to see this transformation in this room. A canvas comes to life and starts to bloom. You don’t know that I’ve been painting you forever. The colour in your eyes; the brightest ever treasure and hello it’s my pleasure. Oh Oh Oh I’ve painted a world where we can grow into a kaleidoscope of nothing we can call home. Oh Oh Oh Just put down your bags outside the door. These material thoughts, we should never have bought. We should leave them alone.