Consider this an early warning That your heart cannot be healed Painted all these awful colous So not to colour you lonely Its still to quit in the mornings for reflex and old factory Your subtle nods and lonesome smiles sketch the doorways Where we were singing As we were, singing Every sound falls flat and silent on the washboard winter sky I'm hearing over phonelines that it's snowing and your crying As we were, singing What would do if we said all we have is this Thousands of voices echo all we have is this
The night so quickly slips overhead in messy charcoal impressions Pa**ing and fading, leaving behind them Like moments succumbing to the sun We reference old films and watch the grey skies slowly lightening the room It's thought like that which really tell me you were gone too soon I'm writing two words something better What would do if we said all we have is this Thousands of voices echo all we have is this(x3) As we were, singing