Neon lights are getting dim,
And every street I used to know feels unfamiliar.
Every time,
I walk alone, beneath the night.
Everything is falling out of focus now.
And I keep searching, through the dark, for something real to hold. Before the last remaining pieces fade away.
When my voices turn to distant sounds, like waves dissolving in the air. While parts of who I used to be vanish, without a trace.
Everything is falling out of focus now. But I keep searching, through the dark for something real to hold.
Before the last remaining pieces fade away.