Mess into a Message Songtext
von Romy Dya

If I could sit down with my young self
I′d tell her that the key is inside, yeah
And when I hold her hand
I'd tell her that all flowers grow in the dark, oh yeah

Swim your rivers of Jordan
And just go with the waves
Let it carry your pain
′Til your glasses are golden
(In the night skies)

Diamonds form under pressure
Don't be scared of the storm
'Cause it′s how we are formed
You find all hidden treasures
One day you′ll turn all your mess into a message
Turn all that mess into a message


If I could go back
Back to my past and show her a picture of her future self
With a white picket fence
Tallest green grass in LA
Raising a glass to our health

Swim your rivers of Jordan
Don't be scared of the storm
′Cause it's how we are formed
′Til your glasses are golden, yeah

One day you'll turn all your mess into a message
Turn all that mess into a message
One day you′ll turn all your mess into a message
Turn all that mess into a message

You're a little golden
Dreams are made of you
You're precious like a diamond
Know that love is the reason
You′re resilient
You are grounded
Don′t let 'em break you down


You are pleasant
You are worthy
You are strong
You are beautiful
You got this
Yeah, you got this
You got this

Yeah, so speak life
Speak love over your life
And trust me, your life will change
You can turn your mess into a message
Use it to your advantage

And just remember
Just remember that you can manifest anything you want
′Cause you, my dear, are a divine being