We fade
In time
Through all the bliss
This love, this life
Eternal kiss
Do you really know
What lies behind
Can you really see
The jacks you throw all in a line?
I'm fading senses changing missing feelings that I've lost
It's strange and hardly sane but I can almost heed the call
Feeling, so apart of it all
Scheming, but you don't know
Going the distance
Shouting at the sky
Falling to pieces
Never asking why
credits
from Black Colt,
released November 22, 2019
Music: D. Martin, H. Fischer
Lyrics: H. Fischer
Performance and recording: The Sunday Flies
The Sunday Flies consists of Douglas Martin (guitar), Henry Fischer (vocals), Jon Stern (bass), and Chris Ragucci (drum set and percussion)
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