Testo di Friction On The Skin

Blue streak, green ghost The things I love the most Are just these marks on the wall A scuffed mind, a dark space Trying to find a place Where the neon doesn't fall It's a smudge on the board A temporary record A neon glow in the hall Oh, the fleeting ink is bright Burning through the quiet night Just a flicker, just a sign Hanging on a jagged line It's a hush, it's a hum It's the beauty of what we become Before the colors fade away Scratches in the surface There's no higher purpose Just the friction on the skin The ink is getting thinner A quiet, lonely winter Where the neon light begins I'm tracing the outline Watching how the shadows shine Letting all the silence in Static in the air Blue-green everywhere Smudge it out and start again Chalk dust, neon heart Everything falls apart And that's where we begin Before the colors fade away Just a ghost of what I felt