Seven months and counting
I hold my breath and try to breath
Tomorrows hope is everything yesterday

This picture frame is tilted too much
I messed it up with my special touch
The picture comes in clearer than ever before

Enter me, you call me your own
This bus won't leave I'm already home
This year will bring on more than a melody

You are a complex design
You've fashioned this world where I hide
I try to runaway
From your holiday
But I've come to this place in your sky
My hands are released by my side
I lose but I gain
Like a cloud gives up it's rain

You took this mess and filled in the lines
You broke my inconsistency
I have nothing more to give but this melody

Your power comes all over me
It's perfect when I am weak
When this countdown ends, I'm seven months closer to free

You are a complex design
You've fashioned this world where I hide
I try to runaway
From your holiday
But I've come to this place in your sky
My hands are released by my side
I lose but I gain
Like a cloud gives up it's rain