Take this up when you go inside the red room

Writing to let you know this is where thoughts bloom

It can be personal, windows and secrets

Vision is terminal, breathe to keep it

I wanna know you feel it

I wanna know you feel it

Step up to the looking glass

Crash through the mirror

Sun bleeds where shadows cast

Everything is clearer

Maybe its the way to go

Heart is nearly consumed

Everything is beautiful inside the red room

I wanna know you feel it

I wanna know you feel it