All the colours that we saw, they touched us
All the trails that they made, we followed
We can be just like all of the others
We have to be just like all of the others

All the spaces they made for us
Are all filled up
And they will deceive us and they will desert us
But all our colours will always be with us
And all our colours they will always be with us

All our colours will always be with us...

Spend your time wasting
All the wasteful hating
Now who are you blaming?
Are we worth saving?

Is this how it's always going to be...?

Now you're stuck in our old year
But I believe in the new year
Now who are you blaming?
Are you worth saving?

Is this how it's always going to be...?

It's the same feeling
It's like I'm still reeling
Where there's no feeling
I still need you right now.

Would you do it better?
Is that how it's done just right?
Is it then perfect?
You are so clever.

It's the same feeling
Like I'm still reeling
When there's no feeling
I still need you now.

Try not to lose yourself
I'm way past trying
I'm way past caring
I'm way past hoping

Try not to lose yourself
You're always needing
You're always hoping
Wash away your tears

Try not to lose yourself

The medicine is all we need
To keep us away and hidden
We can only see the sunset
We never see the sunrise

In our funny little homes
We're really quite alone
We're just a sitting target
For your superiority

Sunrise
Sunset

The medicine is all we need

How can those eyes be so dull,
When they always burn so bright?
They force us to lose all our faith,
They just turn us to waste.

They turn our love to hate
They turn life to death
They turn our souls to ash
Turn our souls to ash

Those eyes be so dull.

Always shine,
Always shine bright down on me.

Mother Earth,
Mother Earth take the pain away.

All we are,
All we are we'll never be.

Mother Earth,
Mother Earth take the pain away.

Away...

All the ghosts that haunt us don't scare
We're just too selfish to be that aware.

Why believe yourself?

Dull clouds line the pathways
To ugly skylines
Rivers flow to grey buildings
Sweet air, bitter taste

Why believe yourself?

Why...?