flashing lights have ended now
no more of those days
days when we could let it show
cut it up and watch them grow
only found in photographs
the feeling haunts the past
the silence walks between us
the silence seems to last
so lay back down if you wake up
and lay it out to dry
I've been trapped in parking lots
wishing I could fake a smile
I will learn to grow detached
I will realize
all the days we spent inside
changing color of our eyes
your words harness energy
Ι've seen it in the past
Ι've got something different
something that will last
and looking back in photographs
the basement held a light
candles set by steady hands
show our faces to the night
can we change the way we feel
did you say "don't look back"?
sunday morning's looking up
the night has gone, the sun comes back
Foxes In Fiction
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