Han Ji Yea - Overflow

[Romanization]

Someone asked me once, “Who are you, really?”
I’m still not sure what they meant to see.
I keep on thinking, but no answer’s clear,
Only the breath I let out’s what I hear.
These round little sighs that rise and fade,
Carry the weight of the things I have made.
They try to find the truth that won’t come down
But I’ll be sinking before it’s found.

Anywhere’s fine, I don’t mind at all,
I’ll swim until I find my own form’s call.
No need for lines that tell me where to go,
I’ll paint myself in shapes that overflow.
Overflow, Overflow.
I’ll swim until I find my own form’s call.
No need for lines that tell me where to go,
I’ll draw my own, Uneven and free.

Umm
You think you’ve got me all figured out,
The life I lead, what I’m about.
But don’t you trap me in your frame,

Anywhere’s fine, I don’t mind at all,
I’ll swim until I find my own form’s call.
No need for lines that tell me where to go,
I’ll paint myself in shapes that overflow.
Overflow, Overflow.
I’ll swim until I find my own form’s call.
No need for lines that tell me where to go,
I’ll draw my own, Uneven and free.

Anywhere’s fine, I don’t mind at all,
I’ll swim until I find my own form’s call.
No need for lines that tell me where to go,
I’ll paint myself in shapes that overflow.
Overflow, Overflow.
I’ll swim until I find my own form’s call.
Overflow, Overflow.
I’ll draw my own, Uneven and free.