troubled mind in search
Of a bright neon bay
I swim to shore
The only route to take
Is perfection itself
The stars lead the way

As waves make [bad word] Fate is the shell of my beat
O how I feel all that I need
Under my thoughts under my fears

Little things I know they're real

They make my [bad word] 
Little things and all they bring
Are fragments bitter sweet

Little things not everything
'Cause glitter is no goal
Simple things are all I need
a friend to guide to hold

If you should go
(Go now)