Pressure Makes Confetti (v1)

Lyrics

I missed the note, the room went grey My paper thunder blew away
I felt the air press on my chest A little storm inside my dress
But in the pause I heard my feet Tap out a pulse beneath the beat
I held the mic, my hand still shook Then drew a rainbow from the crack
Low pressure, hard treasure Measure by measure I turn that weather into pleasure
Rain on the roof, doubt in my shoes I sing through the bruise till I find my groove
No perfect sky, no borrowed sign This crooked voice is finally mine
The second song came dressed in blue With little drops of courage through
The speakers buzzed, the floorboard swayed I laughed at every note I made
My clouds grew loud then split apart Warm air rushing through my heart
I don't need calm to carry on I learned to dance inside the squall
High pressure, hard treasure Measure by measure I make that weather my own pleasure
Rain turns to rhythm, doubt turns to drums I sing till the whole small sky becomes a hand-drawn sun
A louder sign This crooked voice can light the line
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah