THE AFTERMATH

Memories eclectic 

Of the way this used to be

And though not what you expected

In your prism of possibilities 

don't know that I can help you

And I'm not sure that I want to anyway...

won't hear a word you say

Nothing lasts or even stays the same

All I have are pictures

Ghosts preserved by light

And now the past feels like fiction

Colour fade to white

don't know that I can help you

And I'm not sure that I want to anyway...

won't hear a word you say

And in the end, these things always change

It's agonising just how trying everything seems to be
I am waiting for the day when you come serpentine my way


won't hear a word you say

won't hear a word you say

won't hear a word you say

won't hear a word you say

 

don't know that I can help you

And I'm not sure that I want to anyway...

won't hear a word you say

And in the end, these things always change

don't know that I can help you

And I'm not sure that I want to anyway...

won't hear a word you say

And in the end, you'll see why I stayed away