Hide yourself like a whisper

Fogs rise and palms draw closer

Till my fingertips touch your cheek

How’s it feel to be enshrouded?

Reflect the greys,

and wake up emboldened

You’re born again,

Torn from heaven’s sight

You’d rise, I’d seek

Grip the grass under your feet

Touched by Midas and his greed

it’s the first time

you were perfect

I saw your eyes covered in light

and then you placed your hands on mine

I saw the lights beneath the rain

And from the haze, I called your name

(How’s it feel? How’s it feel?)

They were dampen songs transcribed

by my fingers unto window panes

A hidden face by the foyer

A cloak with darkened eyes,

Unweather, by weathered

It’s clasped by its monsoon

Reflect the greys,

and you’ll wake up emboldened

You’re born again,

Torn from heaven’s sight

I saw the sun in its mellowed phrase

As dawn simmered auburn then

I saw your eyes covered in light

and then you placed your hands on mine

I saw the lights beneath the rain

And from the haze, I called your name

They were dampen songs transcribed

by my fingers unto window panes

How’s it feel?

How’s it feel?

How’s it feel?

How’s it feel?

How’s it feel?

How’s it feel?