Bohemian Life

Here comes the sun

He says "it's alright"

The world is so distant

I can't be consistent

I'm fighting with myself

This is bohemian life

I always need some money

Isn't it so funny?

The pressure of the days

Makes my mind so sick

I need some new ways to inspire

The pressure of the days

Makes my mind so sick

I can only love what I admire

Here comes the sun

He says "it's alright"

I'm drained, I feel anxious

Afraid of my reflections

I'm fighting with myself

This is bohemian life

My sound tastes bittersweet

I find it quite elite

The pressure of the days

Makes my mind so sick

I need some new ways to inspire

The pressure of the days

Makes my mind so sick

I can only love what I admire

The pressure of the days

Makes my mind so sick

I need some new ways to inspire

The pressure of the days

Makes my mind so sick

I can only love what I admire