Dim light Smoke lingers and shades fade The black and blue of a bloodstained night Stained night Waking somber in the morning The rain insisting The clouds shall stay Shall stay He wants to be on the pavement of a street Watching the people rushing by Feeling the years in the memories And changes in the individual lives Oh slow, oh slow Fingers white, tender and melting The fogged up windows will slowly drain Oh slow He wants to lie on the roof beneath the sun And get away from anyone Changing colours with his eyes While his heart seems to have sparked adrenaline Maybe now or maybe then, it may be wrong Perhaps he's mistaken again Try to lie or try and hide And your conscience simply bites you in the side Go slow, go slow Go slow, go slow He seems to be in the centre of a room While living life as a mess Feeling the years of dishonesty And targets being painted on his chest Maybe now or maybe then, it may be wrong Perhaps he's mistaken again Changing colours with his eyes While reality moves on without him