Burn the Remembrance

Old lights and new colours, your picture hangs in the night. Is this the right time to set one free and go away? In the emptiness behind you I will walk about. Surely you'll miss me but long live the doubt. What will replace us, what will be our memory of this time? Second hand impressions, hand them over so we can let it die. What will replace us, what will be our memory of this time? Second hand impressions, hand them over so we can let it die. I remember one time when we were abroad. and I was laughing at a book I had bought. But you were standing against the hotel wall, frozen in an unknown thought. What will replace us, what will be our memory of this time? Second hand impressions, hand them over so we can let it die. Old light and new colours, is this the right time? In the emptiness behind you, surely you miss me...