Static starlight is colouring me
In the amber-glow streetlight now sweeping
Through the windows

In which we all lie
Silent and crushed
Beneath these concrete memories


Can't stop the burning of the nerves now set aflame
Turn the air to smoke

My instinct into shame
Smouldering in homes constructed out of ash
These are the echoes bleeding the past


Stretch my skin out to catch falling stars
As they tumble from orbit

They're singing
Bringing with them ethereal notes
They come to save me from this failing memory


Can't stop the burning of the nerves now set aflame
Turn the air to smoke

My instinct into shame
Smouldering in homes constructed out of ash
These are the echoes bleeding the past


Empty hallways
Scattered remnants of lives

Loved and lost
Brushing by the subtle dreaming
Waking now out of reach


Can't stop the burning of the nerves now set aflame
Turn the air to smoke

My instinct into shame
Smouldering in homes constructed out of ash
These are the echoes bleeding the past