Evenings
Maybe I took a break from doin' what I used to do to find myself
I admit, I'm afrad this is the excuse that you also used
When you stopped going places but your sleep didn't and
Dying inside becomes the feeling you embrace with disgust and disgrace
Now I see when it's dark or it's light
(Can I tell)
But don't know if it's day or it's night
(Wrong from right)
We're living new times with new frights and vices once condemned
You're used to lyrics on your paper, inspiration in your head
But what if I told you now it's quite the opposite?
Now I see when it's dark or it's light
(Can I tell)
But don't know if it's day or it's night
(Wrong from right)
Writer/s: TBA
