Description
Music isn't always the choice when I need to express myself.
Billion Grains of Rice
38'25"
Lyrics
Move the color all around
When I get tired of makin' a sound
Move the color all around
Be it white...or the dark of night
Playing around with pretty melodies
Can get you pretty far
Like a bird in a tree in a scene from life
It always brings me down
Anger burns red
And envy burns hot
Ashes left all alone
Swirling embers get brought back together
I can see my future now