Red Rooms
Nicholas Micheline
Take this up when you go inside the red room
Writing to let you know this is where thoughts bloom
It can be personal, windows and secrets
Vision is terminal, breathe to keep it
I wanna know you feel it
I wanna know you feel it
Step up to the looking glass
Crash through the mirror
Sun bleeds where shadows cast
Everything is clearer
Maybe its the way to go
Heart is nearly consumed
Everything is beautiful inside the red room
I wanna know you feel it
I wanna know you feel it