Attic No.7

(专辑： Rainbow Aisle - 2020)

(Yeah, yeah! This is a song about the… Cold brew, coffee. Yeah, chill…)

White, shades of grey above my body. Even the brightest yellow too pale today. (One more time) I went to the attic, the one I've always dreamt of. Quietly applause the rain for the dramatic scene, I breathe as if I smoke joint. (So interesting)

A vase of baby blue caught my heart without a clue. I hear what siren in every ten minutes, is that normal? And the birds, oh the birds, oh the birds. They are giants and beautiful. And you can't escape the hours it's everywhere, with some strange notes of a musical box. Your skin is dry, your lip is cracking. I need to pause.

Maybe a tea or coffee, or chocolate, or just something hot and sweet. Now wait, the buildings with the window waffle and eyes of cookies with the topping of judges hair on the supreme court.

So I let myself bare feet with the coldest wood floor. With the coldest...