Quote "talking about music is like dancing to architecture" (Frank Zappa) | Colorless1. Str. Pale Eerie light Surrounding me Flashbacks of Insight Wafts of mist Passing by Strangers silent Hanging heads Futile neon Fighting for my Attention No redemption No sight Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Ref. So, it ends Wash your hands No trust in our feelings No process of healing Falling free Yesteryear The world is colorless, my dear 2. Str. Yesteryear Innocence Long ago Trying to Forget it all The jester's tears Are dried So low Identified Disqualified Hands are tied For no reason The end-of-season Closeout sale |