Thinking 'bout the times I know I should have taken photographs
Something to rely on, sharper than a memory
Cause chemistry dictates them, they're not coloured by emotion
They're coloured by the shades of how things used to be
Verse: 2
And nothing breaks the heart much more than looking at old photographs
When you can taste the moment, and worse still if it's passed
They're gone now to the future, but you still can't deny them
Like a song that's sung
Pre-Chorus
Regret is like a filter
That colours all of your endeavours
And once put on becomes a feature of your current works
What I fear
Is that all of these things I hold dear
Never did become more than vibrations in air
What I fear
Is that all of these things I hold dear
Never did become more than vibrations in air
Vibrations in air
Verse: 3
Voices in the air, they echo in my head like radios
Scratchy frequencies and static in between words
They're all on the wind now, but I bet I never told you
I missed you when you were gone
Pre-Chorus
Regret is like a filter
That colours all of your endeavours
And once put on becomes a feature of your current works
You gotta change your focus, turn your eye to something else
What I fear
Is that all of these things I hold dear
Never did become more than vibrations in air
What I fear
Is that all of these things I hold dear
Never did become more than vibrations in air
What I fear
Is that all of these things I hold dear
Never did become more than vibrations in air
Vibrations in air
Vibrations in air