FAMILIAR HAZE Your years will pass you by in braids of smoke. Keeping what you can in the cups of your hands. Your years will linger in the fabrics of your clothes. Settle in the folds and sheets of your bed. There is a scent to remind you of the hazy games memory can play. No one cared to warn you that your days would slowly plot against you. Taking what they can. Your feelings of forever sprang a leak. Spitting out your youth in constant waves of weeks. This is it. Your complex contest to feel content. Taking what you can get. This is it. Your complex contest, with your army of grey days on the march. At best, you'll find new ways to mute the monotony. At best, you'll try and forget. At best, you'll push 60. Sleeping at night properly. Coping with the possibility the extent to your life has all been lived out. MUSIC BY FRAMEWORKS, LYRICS WRITTEN BY LUKE PATE.
FAMILIAR HAZE
Your years will pass you by in braids of smoke.
Keeping what you can in the cups of your hands.
Your years will linger in the fabrics of your clothes.
Settle in the folds and sheets of your bed.
There is a scent to remind you of the hazy games memory can play.
No one cared to warn you that your days would slowly plot against you.
Taking what they can.
Your feelings of forever sprang a leak.
Spitting out your youth in constant waves of weeks.
This is it.
Your complex contest to feel content.
Taking what you can get.
This is it.
Your complex contest, with your army of grey days on the march.
At best, you'll find new ways to mute the monotony.
At best, you'll try and forget.
At best, you'll push 60.
Sleeping at night properly.
Coping with the possibility the extent to your life has all been lived out.
MUSIC BY FRAMEWORKS, LYRICS WRITTEN BY LUKE PATE.