When you're composing Lyrics

When you're composing, the world's on fire

When you're composing, you climb up higher

When you're composing, the clock don't chime

You're a rebel with a melody, no sense of time

Got a coffee that's cold, but I don't even care

My head's full of noise, but it feels so rare

There's a circus in my brain, elephants on parade

Spinning words into colors like a neon cascade

When you're composing, nothing makes sense

The chaos feels good, the rush is intense

You're a lightning bolt, striking the ground

Every thought's electric, every word's profound

When you're composing, the walls break down

When you're composing, you own this town

When you're composing, it's a wild, loud scene

A beautiful mess, where you're the machine

Got a radio buzzing, static in the air

I'm pulling rhymes from the cosmos, who put them there?

The ceiling starts dripping like liquid gold

Every lyric's a secret that's dying to be told

When you're composing, you're losing control

Your head's in the clouds, but you're digging for soul

It's a madman's game, a poet's delight

It's rock'n'roll thunder that echoes all night

When you're composing, the stars collide

When you're composing, there's no place to hide

When you're composing, you're the roar of the crowd

Every note is defiant, screaming out loud