As The Day Grew
Walking down this road,
Past all the little things that I loved so much,
That used to be so colorful and bold,
And then they all died, lost their color, with the slightest touch.
Since then the day just grows colorless and weary,
Thoughts of this that feel my head, but all just meaningless theories.
None that ever really made sense,
Just made myself more and more tense.
An as I walk down this little street,
Past all the things that used to comfort me,
My head hanging down, just moving my pale feet,
Will they ever come back, finally letting me be.
And now the day just grows more colorless and weary.
Thoughts of this that feel my head, but all just meaningless theories.
None that ever really made sense,
Just made myself more and more tense.
Past all the little things that I loved so much,
That used to be so colorful and bold,
And then they all died, lost their color, with the slightest touch.
Since then the day just grows colorless and weary,
Thoughts of this that feel my head, but all just meaningless theories.
None that ever really made sense,
Just made myself more and more tense.
An as I walk down this little street,
Past all the things that used to comfort me,
My head hanging down, just moving my pale feet,
Will they ever come back, finally letting me be.
And now the day just grows more colorless and weary.
Thoughts of this that feel my head, but all just meaningless theories.
None that ever really made sense,
Just made myself more and more tense.