Pure Sense of Black

Something has kept me awake
Helped by a chill in the air
Night-time is breaking apart
With the skill
Knowing which way
Pencils of men emerge
Encouraged by
The light of the day
Stripped of their passion
No, no one ever
Asked them to play
Or lead the parade

We're sent to the past
In a pure sense of black
Like memories on fade
We're sent to the past
In a pure sense of black
Like memories on fade

Youthful reminders of you
The perfume
That follows your way
Kisses and touches
I reach out to catch you
But you have drifted away

We're sent to the past
In a pure sense of black
Like memories on fade
We're sent to the past
In a pure sense of black
Like memories
Like memories on fade

Red lines that stream out ahead
Driving behind them
You chill in a rain
The person moves closer to you
And can't seem to stop
What is tearing
Down you both drop
To your side
The person speaks close
And your racing
You fall upon it
You strain and you shiver
Now you have melted away

We're sent to the past
In a pure sense of black
Like memories on fade
We're sent to the past
In a pure sense of black
Like memories on fade
We're sent to the past
In a pure sense of black
Like memories on fade
We're sent to the past
In a pure sense of black
Like memories
Like memories on fade