Prism in Jeans

Here is the story of the prism in jeans
The words are blurred and the colours bleed
To belong, oh, to belong
She is the spectrum, she is the light
She is the shadow, the mysterious night
To belong, she don't belong

There is an epic loneliness
That you just can't hide when you just can't fit
Or belong, oh, to belong
To belong, she don't belong

The wind blows forward and the wind blows back
Catch the first train smoking and never look back
I'll be gone, I don't bеlong
I'm tryna get where I undеrstand
I'm counting stars and I'm counting sand
To belong, I don't belong

There is an epic loneliness
That you just can't hide and you just can't fix
To belong, I don't belong
She has an ocean's loneliness
Where there is no tide and there is no ship
To belong, she don't belong
To belong, she don't belong