Sometimes all the moments that we savoured for the last, get crushed between the good & bad from pressures we have had but you know I can't conceive the day when feeling run too high to work out all the stale terrain emotions try to hide
when I try
lately I can't seem to colour what we've lost it all seems like bad means when lovers turn from lust then I try - try to smoke alone
These shattered ties with no compromise fall through this fragile hell the drinks stay sipped 'cos we've lost our grip too exhausted to rebel
then i try
lately I can't seem to colour what we've lost it all seems like bad means when lovers turn from lust then I try
when I try...
lately I can't seem to colour what we've lost it ... all...seems like bad means when lovers turn from lust (x2)