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Dim light
Smoke lingers and shades fade
The black and blue of a bloodstained night
Stained night
Waking somber in the morning
The rain insisting
The clouds shall stay
Shall stay
He wants to be on the pavement of a street
Watching the people rushing by
Feeling the years in the memories
And changes in the individual lives
Oh slow, oh slow
Fingers white, tender and melting
The fogged up windows will slowly drain
Oh slow
He wants to lie on the roof beneath the sun
And get away from anyone
Changing colours with his eyes
While his heart seems to have sparked adrenaline
Maybe now or maybe then, it may be wrong
Perhaps he's mistaken again
Try to lie or try and hide
And your conscience simply bites you in the side
Go slow, go slow
Go slow, go slow
He seems to be in the centre of a room
While living life as a mess
Feeling the years of dishonesty
And targets being painted on his chest
Maybe now or maybe then, it may be wrong
Perhaps he's mistaken again
Changing colours with his eyes
While reality moves on without him