Nargiza, Calla Vivid - Six Numbers

Six little numbers.
One more chance.
One more night.
Found a lottery ticket in the pocket of my jeans.
Six numbers, faded ink, and a thousand broken dreams.
Coffee stains across the paper like the roads I never took.
You said life is not a game, but I couldn't help but look.
I was running out of reasons.
I was running out of time.
With a little piece of nothing in a world that wasn't mine, that wasn't mine,
that wasn't mine. I count the cracks across the ceiling
like the roads I haven't tried.
If the world is dealing chances, why's it hiding mine?
Six numbers, one more night. One small match against the sky.
I don't need a crown of gold, just a door that opens wide.
Six numbers, hold on tight. Don't go fading with the light.
If tomorrow knows my name, let it call me back to life, back to life.
Back to life.
Back to life.
At the corner store, you laughed, said, "It's paper, nothing more." But I saw a little heaven in the numbers
that I bought. On the dashboard in the sunlight, watched the colors disappear.
Funny how a piece of paper can hold everything you fear.
I was never chasing millions.
Never dreaming of a throne, throne, throne, throne.
I just wanted one more morning where the world could feel like home, feel like home, feel like home.
Now the city keeps on spinning,
and the stars refuse to shine.
If the world is dealing chances, why's it hiding mine?
Six numbers, one more night. One small match against the sky.
I don't need a crown of gold, just a door that opens wide.
Six numbers, hold on tight. Don't go fading with the light.
If tomorrow knows my name, let it call me back to life.
Maybe nothing, maybe gold. Maybe just a story that I never told.
Maybe all my lucky numbers never meant a thing at all.
But I kept that little paper when I had nothing left to hold.
No,
I don't worship lucky numbers.
I just need a reason not to run.
Six numbers, one more night. One small match against the sky.
Let the whole world turn to ashes, I will keep the spark alive.
Six numbers, hold on tight. I'm not giving up tonight.
If tomorrow knows my name, let it call me back to life, back to life.
Back to life.
Back to life. Six little numbers,
and I'm still alive.