Where are the scars we can't yet feel
The tongues we speak in won't allow them to heal
Attempts at luring in shadows from the walls

Painting pictures with their words, nails & claws

Age is the death of imagination, they say (they say)

The colors are dull defined by blue & grey
Hold your breath kid the lines and sinkers
Aren't keeping us afloat (us afloat)


Cast your familiar stares I'll be counting the hours,
As the hands on the clocks spin around

Walking the hallways of an empty house without making a sound
So keep light feet through the air
Don't touch the ground (don't touch the ground)


Walking the hallways of an empty house without making a sound
So keep light feet through the air

Don't touch the ground (don't touch the ground)

The floorboards burn, burn with a passion

To eat through your soul, eat through your soul
Age is the death of imagination, they say
Defined by blue & grey


Hold your breath kid the lines and sinkers
Aren't keeping us afloat (us afloat)

Cast your familiar stares I'll be counting the hours,
As the hands on the clocks spin around