Velodrome

This failing fold

That we called home

Between all love

Thats ever grown

Show me the mirror you promised to hold

The colours are fading

The feelings are cold

Structure of conscience

A new point of view

The first taste of loss

Is living in you

The painting is broken

Nostalgia is not

Recalling the dreams

And what they have cost

Give me the mirror you promised to hold

Your colours are fading

Your feelings are cold

The colours are fading

The feelings are cold

The colours are fading

The feelings are

Trapped in amber

I remember

Waves of bouncing light

Held in intentional sight

They squint and examine

All that could ever happen

You fail to measure up

Your sum is never enough

Seeing everything that's there

You failed to prepare

Perfection in a box

Bound to a dying clock

I can't seem to remember

Mechanical grip

Trapped in amber

I was blind

I was blind

I was blind

I was blind

Your colours are fading

Your feelings are cold

Your colours are fading

Your feelings are cold

Your colours are fading

Your feelings are cold

Your colours are fading

I can't take it

I can't take it

I can't take it

I won't make it

I can't take it

I can't take it

I can't take it

I won't make it

I can't take it

I can't take it

I can't take it

I can't take it