Sepia-Toned

In your voice there's a hidden shadow, you can not hear

Believe me, you can't always return where you left off

Why your eyes are wet?

Your skin is pale?

Your toes are tired?

Beneath a melancholic blanket

You spend so many nights

Looking down from the heights

Just trying to make it right

Or you will never ever see

When you look inside

Things seem out of line

And you're never ever sure

On your shoulders there's a kind of heavy weight, you just can't stand it

Believe me, you can't always return where you left off

Why your eyes are wet?

Your skin is pale?

Your toes are tired?

Beneath a melancholic blanket

You spend so many nights

Looking down from the heights

Just try to make it right

Or you will never ever see

When you look inside

Things seem out of line

And you're never ever sure

(How do I do it, do it, do it for you?)

(How do I do it, do it, do it for you?)

In your photobook there are moments

Sepia-toned things seem to be forever

Above your cheeks there are rivers

And it's deeper

All that remains

You spend so many nights

Looking down from the heights

Just try to make it right

Or you will never ever see

When you look inside

Things seem out of line

(How do I do it for you?)

And you're never ever sure