If pain could turn into smokeThe sky would go outThe sun would lose its charmWithout light to guide usIf pain could turn into smokeThe blue would fadeAll life would turn to embersIn this thirst to cryGray returnsThe world spinsThe...

Imagine you were in a picture gray Drifting into space within a songWith no words to leave a sirenAnd no sound to match a drum A choir lost to sing Tunes that fade to whiteIn frames passingLost in time Going Gone