[04:11.00]作曲 : Pyke
[04:11.00]Thinking 'bout the times I know I should have taken photographs
[04:11.00]Something to rely on, sharper than a memory.
[04:11.00]'Cause chemistry dictates them, they're not coloured by emotion,
[04:11.00]They're coloured by the shades of how things used to be.
[04:11.00]And nothing breaks the heart much more than looking at old photographs
[04:11.00]When you can taste the moment, and worse still, if it's passed
[04:11.00]They're gone now to the future, but you still can't deny them,
[04:11.00]like a song that's sung.
[04:11.00]Regret, is like a filter,
[04:11.00]that colours all your endeavours
[04:11.00]And once put on becomes a feature of your current works
[04:11.00]What i fear,
[04:11.00]is that all of these things I hold dear,
[04:11.00]never become more than vibrations in air.
[04:11.00]Vibrations in Air.
[04:11.00]Voices in the air, they echo in my head like radios,
[04:11.00]scratchy frequencies and static in between words
[04:11.00]They're all on the wind now, but I bet I never told you,
[04:11.00]I missed you when you were gone.
[04:11.00]Regret, is like a filter,
[04:11.00]that colours all of your endeavours,
[04:11.00]and once put on becomes a feature of your current works
[04:11.00]You gotta change your focus, turn your eye to something else
[04:11.00]'Cause once put on becomes a feature of your current works
[04:11.00]What i fear
[04:11.00]is that all of these things I hold dear
[04:11.00]never become more than vibrations in air.
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