Sometimes all the moments, that we savoured for the last, get crushed between
the good & bad, from pressures we have had, but you know I can't conceive the
day, when feeling run too high, to work out all the stale terrain, emotions
try to hide, when I try, lately I can't seem to colour what we've lost, it
all seems like bad means, when lovers turn from lust, then I try - try to
smoke alone These shattered ties with no comprise, fall through this fragile
hell, the drinks stay sipped 'cos we've lost our grip, too exhausted to
rebel, then i try lately I can't seem to colour what we've lost, it all
seems like bad means, when lovers turn from lust, then I try - try to smoke
alone