Slow burn of the blue light
Lose track of hours, time's lost to the night
Captured in plastic, a cheap little mirror
Indisposable pictures, disposable camera
Traded my greys for blues and greens
Apply the filter, a new shade of dreams
Slip from the grasp of unending nostalgia
Reach for the thought of new memories
Wake up from this aging dream
Bright eyes and new memories
Wake up from this aging dream
Bright eyes and new memories