The Afterhours

The afterhours - Taken by Cars

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