static starlight is colouring me in the amber glow street light now sweeping through the windows in which we all lie silent and crushed beneath these concrete memories cant stop the burning of the nerves now set aflame turn the air to smoke my instinct into shame smouldering in homes constructed out of ash these are the echoes bleeding the past stretch my skin out to catch falling stars as they tumble from orbit theyre singing bringing with them ethereal notes they come to save me from this failing memory cant stop the burning of the nerves now set aflame turn the air to smoke my instinct into shame smouldering in homes constructed out of ash these are the echoes bleeding the past empty hallways scattered remnants of lives loved and lost brushing by the subtle dreaming waking now out of reach cant stop the burning of the nerves now set aflame turn the air to smoke my instinct into shame smouldering in homes constructed out of ash these are the echoes bleeding the past