The Rips and the Tears of a Suit Well Worn

I need your colours to change

The patterns to mingle

The yellows to grey

Cause if you shine the way you shine inside my mind

I'm gonna stay

I'm gonna soften the sides

And widen the edges

Cover the lines

Until you blur into that certain kind of haze

I'm gonna stay

And it can be just pretend for a little while

The illusion is all I'll need

A change of perspective the changes accepted in the end

Somewhere to repair the rips and the tears of a suit well worn

The filter of time will be kind to us in the end

And you can dissolve

So I no longer hold on