Photochrom - VEXES

Quiet battles that rage behind our beautiful facades

Great performances we give,

only in the end to feel like frauds

Suffering under a well worn disguise

Defeated by all the frail worn out smiles

Tremble in the passion of our farewell

The selfish need, like a blanket we clutch

Staring into black like some old hanging spell

Tremble in the passion of our farewell

Instead of me it’s you hanging by a thread

Pulling together the pieces

I’ve held on for too long, if only for tonight

We remember every word

Bury us far from this earth

A thousand miles from the shore

Transform death and birth

The first light is hard to ignore

Take me to the dark somewhere I can glow

Tremble in the passion of our farewell

Instead of me it’s you hanging by a thread

Pulling together the pieces

I’ve held on for too long, if only for tonight

We remember every word

Every word you say

Instead of me it’s you

Pulling together the…

Instead of me it’s you

Pulling together the…

Instead of me it’s you hanging by a thread

Pulling together the pieces

I’ve held on for too long, if only for tonight

We remember every word

Every word