Though my shoes are worn
Down these streets I go
Catching glimpses of
Shuttered conversations
Quality of light
Through these people I flow
We're all the sum of
Our misplaced devotions
I remember when
These pictures meant something
Forgotten scenes but not by me
Or the quality of light
Is it too late yet?
Though my shirt is torn
Down these streets I go
Hearing whispers of
The exposed foundations
Quality of light
Through these people I flow
We're all the product of
Emotional projections
I remember when
These pictures meant something
Forgotten scenes but not by me
Or the quality of light
Is it too late yet?
