thinking 'bout the times
i know i should have taken photographs
something to rely on,
sharper than a memory,
'cause chemistry dictates them,
they're not coloured by emotion,
they're coloured by the shades
of how things used to be.

and nothing breaks the heart
much more than looking at old photographs
when you can taste the moment,
and worse still, if it's passed
they're gone now to the future,
but you still can't deny them,
like a song that's sung.

regret, is like a filter,
that colours all your endeavours
and once put on [bad word] a feature of your current works
what i fear,
is that all of these things I hold dear,
never [bad word] more than vibrations in air.
vibrations in Air.

voices in the air,
they echo in my head like radios,
scratchy frequencies and static in between words
they're all on the wind now,
but i bet i never told you,
i missed you when you were gone.

regret, is like a filter,
that colours all of your endeavours,
and once put on [bad word] a feature of your current works
you gotta change your focus,
turn your eye to something else
'cause once put on [bad word] a feature of your current works

what i fear
is that all of these things i hold dear
never [bad word] more than vibrations in air.
what i fear
is that all of these things i hold dear
never [bad word] more then vibrations in the air
what i fear...
all of these things i hold dear
never [bad word] more then vibrations in air
vibrations in air
vibrations in air...