Luminesce

When the night turn into days and it slowly fades
Through the mist of some forgotten dreams
Travels the echoes of silent screams

I'm no longer circling around the same things
I think I'm learning how to be grown
When it comes to you, I lose my reasoning
'Cause you always aim on my head (always aim on my head)

I'm no longer circling around the same thing (same thing)
I think I'm learning how to be grown
When it comes to you, I lose my reasoning
'Cause you always aim on my head (always aim on my head)