Consider this an early warning
That your heart cannot be healed
Painted all these awful colous
So not to colour you lonely.

Its still to quit in the mornings for reflex and old factory
Your subtle nods and lonesome smiles sketch the doorways
Where we were singing

As we were, singing.

Every sound falls flat and silent on the washboard winter sky
I'm hearing over phonelines that it's snowing and your crying

As we were, singing

What would do if we said all we have is this
Thousands of voices echo all we have is this

The night so quickly slips overhead in messy charcoal impressions
Passing and fading, leaving behind them,
Like moments succumbing to the sun
We reference old films and watch the grey skies slowly lightening the room

It's thought like that which really tell me you were gone too soon
I'm writing two words something better

What would do if we said all we have is this
Thousands of voices echo all we have is this(x3)

As we were, singing.