Romanticise - Chela, Gold Fields

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 hole

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

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

Don’t, don’t

Don’t, don’t

Don’t, don’t