Left

Reach out, come what may
Clear shot through cellophane
Belonging as it goes
Weighed down by the falling snow

This way

Played out on foggy planes
Put on a later daze
Inducting arrays
Full of waning shade's dismay

Dismay

Inane existence left on borrowed
Time frames in spaces left so hollow
These days it gets so hard to swallow
Inane instincts we're left follow

These days we left it all so long
Inflected cadence of a song
Imitating routes right from wrong
Making an escape from what goes on

These days we left it all so long
These days we go to loud from soft



Credits
Writer(s): Chas Binns
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