Holding My Own - Her Songs, Tragic Youth, Marie Dahlstrom

Airing out my space

Breathing in the waves

Nothing to complain

In this moment I remain

Drinking in this lavender haze

Flying high above

Coffee buzz a lonesome love

Soaking in a lazy flow I’m working through my daily woes

Igniting what I already know

Got that feeling like I’m holding my own

And I’m colouring my palette alone

And it’s flattering to see how I’ve grown

Love that feeling like I’m holding my own

Trees of palm and silhouettes

Scattered on a dusky sky

Complimenting all the blush in my skin

Everyday magic my ways alive

Got that feeling like I’m holding my own

And I’m colouring my palette alone

And it’s flattering to see how I’ve grown

Love that feeling like I’m holding my own

I’ve been broken, beaten down

Shards of glass are glittering now

Wildflowers on wild fire

Burning up in violet smoke

Got that feeling like I’m holding my own

And I’m colouring my palette alone

And it’s flattering to see how I’ve grown

Love that feeling like I’m holding my own

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh (yeah, ah, ah, yeah)

Ooh, ooh, ooh (ah, ah, ooh-ooh, yeah)

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh