I can't hear what you're saying,
You've already flown through the ceiling.
And I can't trace your footsteps,
All the way back to our beginning.
So I'll just close my eyes,
In hopes that I'll find a new meaning.
As I'm on this mountain
Building a new constellation
In the sky,
In our sky.
Everything around me,
Now only moves in slow motion.
My vision blurs
As the colors are lost in their spectrum.
My head collides with all of the missed conversations.
All that is left
Are tiny fragments of the sand
I rest upon,
We'd rest upon.
The shadows are creeping
Onto the walls and surround me.
(Time takes away everything we have made;
All's forgotten.)
I am hopelessly addicted to this EP, not that i wish to fight it:) its a good addiction, like "crack-light." All the lovely highs and horrible cravings without the need for rehab. FULL CD PLZ! Colt Anderson
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