sometimes all the moments that we savoured for the last get crushed between the good and bad from pressures we have had but you know i can t conceive the day when feelings run too high to work out all the stale terrain emotions try to hide when i try lately i can t seem to colour what we ve lost it all seems like bad means when lovers turn from lust then i try try to smoke alone these shattered ties with no compromise fall through this fragile hell you see the drinks stay sipped cos we ve lost our grip too exhausted to rebel when i try lately i can t seem to colour what we ve lost it all seems like bad means when lovers turn from lust then i try when i try lately i can t seem to colour what we ve lost it all seems like bad means when lovers turn from lust lately i can t seem to colour what we ve lost it all seems like bad means when lovers when lovers turn from lust then i try try to smoke alone