Thinking 'bout the times 

I know I should have taken photographs

Something to rely on, 

sharper than a memory,

'Cause chemistry dictates them, 

they're not coloured by emotion,

They're coloured by the shades 

Of how things used to be. 



And nothing breaks the heart 

much more than looking at old photographs

When you can taste the moment, 

and worse still, if it's passed

They're gone now to the future, 

but you still can't deny them,

like a song that's sung.



Regret, is like a filter,

that colours all your endeavours

And once put on becomes a feature of your current works

What i fear,

is that all of these things I hold dear,

never become more than vibrations in air.

Vibrations in Air.



Voices in the air, 

they echo in my head like radios,

scratchy frequencies and static in between words

They're all on the wind now, 

but I bet I never told you,

I missed you when you were gone.



Regret, is like a filter,

that colours all of your endeavours,

and once put on becomes a feature of your current works

You gotta change your focus, 

turn your eye to something else

'Cause once put on becomes a feature of your current works



What i fear

is that all of these things I hold dear

never become more than vibrations in air. 

What i fear

is that all of these things i hold dear 

never become more then vibrations in the air

what i fear...

all of these things i hold dear 

never become more then vibrations in air

vibrations in air

vibrations in air...