This failing fold
That we called home
Between all love
Thats ever grown
Show me the mirror you promised to hold
The colours are fading
The feelings are cold

Structure of conscience
A new point of view
The first taste of loss
Is living in you
The painting is broken
Nostalgia is not
Recalling the dreams
And what they have cost

Give me the mirror you promised to hold
The colours are fading
The feelings are cold
Your colours are fading
Your feelings are cold
Your colours are fading
Your feelings are

Trapped in amber
I remember
Waves of bouncing light
Held in intentional sight
They squint and examine
All that could ever happen

You fail to measure up
Your sum is never enough
Seeing everything that’s there
You failed to prepare
Perfection in a box
Bound to a dying clock
I can’t seem to remember
Mechanical grip
Trapped in amber
I was blind
I was blind
I was blind
I was blind

Your colours are fading
Your feelings are cold
Your colours are fading
Your feelings are cold
Your colours are fading
Your feelings are cold
Your colours are fading

I can’t take it
I can’t take it
I can’t take it
I won’t make it

I can’t take it
I can’t take it
I can’t take it
I won’t make it

I can’t take it
I can’t take it
I can’t take it
I can’t take it