a new morning- the city's still asleep
sparkles of light in the moisture on the street
these silhouettes on frozen water
these old construction signs
these gloves that warm my hands
still silence gets me thinking as i lie awake in bed at night
the imagery remains
bleached photos conjour distorted memories
distant moments where my skills and my imperfection meet
the book i never finished reading convinced i never found the time
knowing the same went for you
we interpret things how we wish them to be
and let every little sign of insignificance become proof
...my vanity conceals these thoughts...
...movements of muscles we attempt to decode...
a new morning...i'm still walking
pins on my map mark destinations
as seasons come and go
as our intentions stay the same
these silent walls and buildings in cold light
and tramway tracks in snow
faces hiding behind names
...our vanity conceals these thoughts...
inside secret diaries we find efforts to express suppressed ideas of where we want to go
screaming impressions echo genuine
i linger in silence
light breaks through cigarette smoke and dust
as characters we said we'd never be become us
screaming impressions echo genuine
i linger in silence
sit concentrate clean up the mess
as characters we said we'd never be become us
sparkles of light in the moisture on the street
these silhouettes on frozen water
these old construction signs
these gloves that warm my hands
still silence gets me thinking as i lie awake in bed at night
the imagery remains
bleached photos conjour distorted memories
distant moments where my skills and my imperfection meet
the book i never finished reading convinced i never found the time
knowing the same went for you
we interpret things how we wish them to be
and let every little sign of insignificance become proof
...my vanity conceals these thoughts...
...movements of muscles we attempt to decode...
a new morning...i'm still walking
pins on my map mark destinations
as seasons come and go
as our intentions stay the same
these silent walls and buildings in cold light
and tramway tracks in snow
faces hiding behind names
...our vanity conceals these thoughts...
inside secret diaries we find efforts to express suppressed ideas of where we want to go
screaming impressions echo genuine
i linger in silence
light breaks through cigarette smoke and dust
as characters we said we'd never be become us
screaming impressions echo genuine
i linger in silence
sit concentrate clean up the mess
as characters we said we'd never be become us