Ivory
There's ivory air
In my lungs
The familiar taste
Is foreign to me
I'm expected to breath
And blow out a storm
So I let out a sigh
In unison
You're gonna go far kid
But until then
My hand's will shiver
My face will crack in the wind
My teeth will jingle
The songs of tomorrow
So count your blessing
And know their names
And prove yourself
To your own worst critic
My hand's will shiver
My face will crack in the wind
My teeth will jingle
The songs of tomorrow
So count your blessing
And know their names
And prove yourself
To your own worst critic
Writer/s: Danial Shariat
