Blues to Black
๐ต 698 characters
โฑ๏ธ 5:08 duration
๐ ID: 8041195
๐ Lyrics
The colors tend to fade
Blues to black, reds to grey
I can see them with my eyes closed
Lightacted like it once was
In a room with more mirrors than books
Your prose needs editing but your poses are well rehearsed
Concessions that I make
I'm not looking to be deified - I ain't no saint
But it's you I see with my eyes closed
Unfinished fiction that my mind wrote
In a room on the floor in the mirror
I watch myself move as if you were here
The cool side of the pillow on the wrong side of the ocean
Fearless flies in my mouth
Dead moths in the sheets
Lie so still like paralytic
Tonight I'll sleep in the gutter
Tomorrow I won't remember
By the time I'm home this nightmare will be only a dream
Blues to black, reds to grey
I can see them with my eyes closed
Lightacted like it once was
In a room with more mirrors than books
Your prose needs editing but your poses are well rehearsed
Concessions that I make
I'm not looking to be deified - I ain't no saint
But it's you I see with my eyes closed
Unfinished fiction that my mind wrote
In a room on the floor in the mirror
I watch myself move as if you were here
The cool side of the pillow on the wrong side of the ocean
Fearless flies in my mouth
Dead moths in the sheets
Lie so still like paralytic
Tonight I'll sleep in the gutter
Tomorrow I won't remember
By the time I'm home this nightmare will be only a dream
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:36.25] The colors tend to fade
[00:41.45] Blues to black, reds to grey
[00:47.85] I can see them with my eyes closed
[00:52.85] Lightacted like it once was
[00:59.18] In a room with more mirrors than books
[01:05.52] Your prose needs editing but your poses are well rehearsed
[01:39.62] Concessions that I make
[01:45.13] I'm not looking to be deified - I ain't no saint
[01:51.58] But it's you I see with my eyes closed
[01:56.03] Unfinished fiction that my mind wrote
[02:02.80] In a room on the floor in the mirror
[02:11.02] I watch myself move as if you were here
[02:30.13] The cool side of the pillow on the wrong side of the ocean
[03:12.98] Fearless flies in my mouth
[03:19.27] Dead moths in the sheets
[03:23.85] Lie so still like paralytic
[03:33.89] Tonight I'll sleep in the gutter
[03:37.43] Tomorrow I won't remember
[03:41.17] By the time I'm home this nightmare will be only a dream
[03:52.16]
[00:41.45] Blues to black, reds to grey
[00:47.85] I can see them with my eyes closed
[00:52.85] Lightacted like it once was
[00:59.18] In a room with more mirrors than books
[01:05.52] Your prose needs editing but your poses are well rehearsed
[01:39.62] Concessions that I make
[01:45.13] I'm not looking to be deified - I ain't no saint
[01:51.58] But it's you I see with my eyes closed
[01:56.03] Unfinished fiction that my mind wrote
[02:02.80] In a room on the floor in the mirror
[02:11.02] I watch myself move as if you were here
[02:30.13] The cool side of the pillow on the wrong side of the ocean
[03:12.98] Fearless flies in my mouth
[03:19.27] Dead moths in the sheets
[03:23.85] Lie so still like paralytic
[03:33.89] Tonight I'll sleep in the gutter
[03:37.43] Tomorrow I won't remember
[03:41.17] By the time I'm home this nightmare will be only a dream
[03:52.16]