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