Hallelujah The Hills - Teenage Synesthete Songtexte

I was born
A teenage synesthete
Hearing colors, seeing tastes
And catching my breath
I saw a hawk out by the high school
Fly into your brain
I wrote it down
But I won't tell no one
From that I'll refrain

And everything will probably be okay
Collective psychosis begone
And everything will probably be all right
Collective psychosis begone

And everything will probably be okay
Collective psychosis begone
And everything will probably be all right
Collective psychosis begone