Here We Go
When the lights they flicker
The shadows change shape
Dancing in the sunlight
They hope for an escape
When the night rolls around
They can be who they want
Like the ghosts of the past
They enjoy this old haunt
This place has become something else
And what it is, is a reflection of me
Once so vibrant now the colour has drained
And now this photograph has somehow changed
When the rain it falls
Inside of my head
Drowning out the good
I wish I was dead
But in times like these
I remember it's ok
Because tomorrow will
Be a new day
This place has become something else
And what it is, is a reflection of me
Once so vibrant now the colour has drained
And now this photograph has somehow changed
Writer/s: Roadside
