I'm feeling this anxiety, Rising up in waves inside of me, I can't feed into these tendencies, Getting out of these cycles that recycle me. Waiting for the wind, Pick me up and start again. Cold river, Lonely sea, What do i do with you staring back at me? All the colours fall away, Black and white, But now they're coming back to me. Rainfall washes away every canvas painted by the sun. I won't be one to come quietly, Fighting off the waves that slash at me. Waiting for the wind, Pick me up and start again. Cold river, Lonely sea, What do i do with you staring back at me? All the colours fall away, Black and white, But now they're coming back to me. Cold river, Lonely sea, What do i do with you staring back at me? All the colours fall away, Black and white, But now they're coming back to me.