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