Don`t Let It Fade — текст песни (Sunday`s Best)

Trace around her lips with his fingers, he tries to draw on a smile,
"Give it time. These scars are the stars that will show you the light."
And now she`s all he sees;
he stays awake to watch her breathe the unheard
melodies; the grace notes of her restless sleep.

Hold me now, don`t let it fade away from here. It`s so clear…

His tattered undershirt—a souvenir that she likes to breathe in.
She sighs—days doing nothing unconscious of time.
And now he`s all she sees;
she stays awake to watch him breathe the unknown
poetry; sweet sonnets of how it should be.

And everybody might just have these same ideas--
these same plans--I suppose...

We`ve found a perfect niche:
where plastic meets perfect, kill substance for style...
But inside, we get burned by the fuel that we cannot deny.