Mood Painting

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