(FARCE)
What's left on the other side
A silhouette of you and I
What's left on the other side
A silhouette of you and I
(OGG)
Déjà vu- was it a dream
Or do these days come in two, maybe three
Maybe four times repeating
I keep remembering the minute details of what hasn't happened yet
Voices in the room echoing like a laugh track
Give you my whole soul in the retail world
Tales retold like it's the first time you heard em
As a courtesy to the burdens you sometimes sat down
I shrug emphatically but sigh so quietly
I emerge from one cloud and step into another
These memories are fleeting but they sting
I try to to shake them off but they cling
And the ring is deafening but it's on the right finger
I can't sing but imma linger in the high notes
Let them harmonise with any regret
Just as long as I never forget
The canvas is still wet
I let the tears dry and paint more layers
Only to cut it away later, only to cut it away later
Only to cut it away later
(FARCE)
Soon all the problems are a problem of the past
And all the troubles are just moments on repeat
What's left on the other side
A silhouette of you and I
What's left on the other side
A silhouette of you and I