[ Featuring Bess Atwell ]
I can do anything that's no good for me
Any time in the day
I can sit across from everyday people
And see the world another way
I can lean on the walls at the back of the room
As my sight begins to spin
In a world reversing I could encourage
To turn against or to give in
I could talk for hours
Without you knowing any different
Paint my own illusion by numbers
To see how bright the colours could get
I can do anything
It's my ritual to repeat, to repeat
I can close my eyes and fly over cities,
Swim underneath
I could talk for hours
Without you knowing any different
Paint my own illusion by numbers
To see how bright the colours could get
