Woorden: Maria Mena. White Turns Blue. A few small bruises.

Out here on the ledge, I'm not far away from stepping off
I've finally picked out my cloud
It's the one over there surrounded by all that air

You reached out your hand
And said I understand
So why not come down

Well, except for a few small bruises, cuts and scars, well I'm fine
Except for a few small bruises, cuts and scars, well I'm fine

Thank you for asking, I'm so glad we had this moment here
I know they think I'm crazy
But everything I am is what I was taught to be

You reached out your hand
And said I understand
So why not come down

Well, except for a few small bruises, cuts and scars, well I'm fine
Except for a few small bruises, cuts and scars, well I'm fine

And as you read my words out loud
Make me sound genius, make me sound special
And maybe I'll come down

Well, except for a few small bruises, cuts and scars, well I'm fine
Except for a few small bruises, cuts and scars, well I'm fine

And as you read my words out loud
Make me sound genius, make me sound special
And maybe I'll come down