Tekstovi: Manic Street Preachers. Other. Some Kind Of Bliss.

Shut my eyes
feel the colour of you
sink into this elation
so high so fast
shut my eyes
feel the colour of you
succumb to this illusion
so strong so deep

cos every day
is all there is
in my some kind of bliss

study my reflection
and let the covers fall
slip into stillness
and be above it all
good to be here
time to be alone
find the space where I belong
not succumb to fear

cos every day
is all there is
in my some kind of bliss