All the colours, all the angles Everything that makes a miracle, a miracle (Slips away, slips away) All the makeup, all the music Little documents for happiness and hatred (Every day, every day) All the colours, all emotions All the contacts They will come undone If I let it go I'm not crashing, this is my party I'm not crashing, I'm just here. I'm not crashing, this is my party I'm not crashing, I'm just here. Young and lonely, soft and angry Under every single moment there's a message (In your way, in your way) In reaction, in reduction There's a dignity to showing you my weakness (Small and true, small and true) All the stillness, all the textures All the contexts They will go unshown If I let it go