Sometimes all the moments, that we savoured for the last,

get crushed between the good & bad, from pressures we have had,

but you know I can't conceive the day, when feeling run too high,

to work out all the stale terrain, emotions try to hide, when I try,

lately I can't seem to colour what we've lost, it all seems like bad means,

when lovers turn from lust, then I try - try to smoke alone

These shattered ties with no comprise, fall through this fragile hell,

the drinks stay sipped 'cos we've lost our grip, too exhausted to rebel, then i try

lately I can't seem to colour what we've lost, it all seems like bad means,

when lovers turn from lust, then I try - try to smoke alone