Coloured Pastels - Racing Hearts (We Are The Emergency)

My consciousness keeps slipping through my fingers, This fragile sense of who I am and where I'm from Keep on stretching, reaching for whispers and fragments, Do I ever really sleep, or am I just unaware? Wake up, wake up, my courage is laid to rest Please somebody tell me, why nothing feels real anymore, when I would die to feel anything Everything is coloured pastels and racing hearts When my heart beats in my ears, and the blood goes to my head It's then that I truly feel alive and I think of you and I think of you Wake up, wake up, my courage is laid to rest And I don't want to lose my hold, I don't want to lose control In the end, tell me everything will be okay