storm

Mysteries of an atom
Looking into the abyss
Seeing all the infinite fun
Do you trust yourself, babe?
Structure of an innocence
Theory of random walks
You need to show up, babe
Even if it looks like a storm

I wanna feel who you really are
I wanna see who you really are
I wanna feel who you really are
You need to show up, babe
Even if it looks like a storm
Ohh
Ohh

Another fancy disappears
Disorder of appearances
Diving into instinct
Organic and yet digital
Micro-dosing ego death
Soon it will be later and
You need to show up, babe
Even if you feel like a storm

I wanna feel who you really are
I wanna see who you really are
I wanna feel who you really are
You need to show up, babe
Even if you feel like a storm
Oh, even if you feel like a storm

As I feel
I′m watching you change
And I feel I’m watching you grow
As it feels
I′m watching you age
And I know
And I know
I will do the same
Ohh
You need to show up, babe
Even if you feel like a storm
Oh, It’s a blessed day
Ohh
It’s another blessed day