Every day I wake, physically weaker than before In my growing mind, the dreams I've left behind the sign that there was more Colourless and vague, the thoughts they slip away with the daylight Can I get it back, what can I do to get them back inside? Into the delay, the sounds don't carry on into the graves All I've left to find, the parts I realise all collective thoughts Blackness it awaits, slumber hits the rain outside my window With the brand new day I've got some things I really have to find
Compositores: Jamie Terry, Jay Watson, Joseph Ryan, Nicholas Allbrook