Romanticise

Romanticise
Don't, don't
Don't, don't
Don't, don't
This ordinary thing can be more colourful than you say it is
The cardinal sin is to tell a lie but now you must give in
The storm came down on you just like it was the end
And then you hid and you covered your head
But face the rage and feel how thrilling it can be
?Cause in the bedlam there is always beauty

It's shaking, it's shaking the ground it's a-breaking
And you can't control it, so own it and feel good
I'm searching for glory, now tell me a story
I don't want to hear that you no longer feel good
Romanticise
Romanticise
Romanticise
Romanticise
There's promising doors that are open at the end of the hall
And your loneliness calls, filling the spaces where you could have explored
Despair came down on you just like it was the end
And then you hid and you covered your head
But face the rage and feel how thrilling it can be
'Cause in the bedlam there is always beauty
It's shaking, it's shaking the ground it's a-breaking
And you can't control it, so own it and feel good
I'm searching for glory, now tell me a story
I don't want to hear that you no longer feel good
Romanticise
Romanticise
Romanticise
Romanticise
The storm came down but don't you runaway, runaway
Despair came down but don't you hideaway, hideaway
It feels good if you just face it

It's shaking, it's shaking the ground it's a-breaking
And you can't control it, so own it and feel good
I'm searching for glory, now tell me a story
I don't want to hear that you no longer feel good
Romanticise
Romanticise
Romanticise
Romanticise
Don't, don't
Don't, don't
Don't, don't
Explorando los rincones de la cotidianidad, Chela nos invita a ver más allá de lo que creemos ver. Nos recuerda que en medio de la tempestad, el caos puede ocultar una belleza inesperada...