Testo Makeup

Early morning, wake up
I'm living in my makeup
I'm trying to find my way back to a dream
My heartbeat's cinematic
I'm cruising for a habit
A reason to let go and reconvene

Back to a dream Back to a dream
Back to a dream
Back to a dream

Blisters in my leather
My lips are getting redder
Stay up till I get to somewhere else
London, double-decker
Cheeky scarlet letter
Hit me and dispose me somewhere else

Pop goes the weasel
I'm painting from my easel
Colors all above until it's seen
I miss the me I never was [?] things just because
I block out all the noises in-between

Back to a dream
Back to a dream
Back to a dream
Back to a dream

Back to a dream
Back to a dream
Back to a dream
Back to a dream