Текст песни
Ink spills on a sidewalk made of glass
Watching every second like it’s gonna be the last
Silver smoke dancing with the ceiling fan
I’m just a sketch drawn by a shaking hand
Heavy eyelids lead in my veins
Trying to find the music in the rhythm of the rain
The city breathes but it’s gasping for air
I’m looking for a reason but it isn’t there
Slow motion lost in the grey
The shadows keep talking with nothing to say
Drowning in the velvet sinking in the floor
I don’t even know what I’m looking for anymore
Clock hands stuck at three a-m
I’m the thorn they forgot upon the stem
Neon flickering like a dying star
Counting all the miles but I didn’t go far
Ghost in the Rhodes ghost in the bass
Searching for a ghost with a familiar face
Dust on the record skip a beat, skip a breath
Life is just a whisper in the ear of death
Slow motion lost in the grey
The shadows keep talking with nothing to say
Drowning in the velvet sinking in the floor
I don’t even know what I’m looking for anymore
Just static Just smoke
