Taken By Cars The Afterhours
A color blind imagery
Can you see it half full or is the glass
half empty
The lights transmit a certain kind
of wanting to absent my mind
From all that I see...
I’m all made up of missing parts
A string of tortured souls and hearts
They start to...
Give me a sign...
A chance to realize...
Drift away as the time flies
See the world through perfect eyes
I wonder what it's like
Walking down the street with you
I laugh myself senseless at everything I do
The moments make a memory
A longing for what used to be
Let it go...
A thousand reasons to look back
The never-ending heart attack
It starts to...
I’m changing away
Close your eyes and open
Tonight the edges fray
Share this day with me and listen
and let it go
