Faded Portrait

(ooh-ooh-ooh) Static on the glass,

the quiet grows

Another hour is moving slow

(slow) We watched the colors start to fade

Beneath the promises we made

And we go around in a circle again

Hoping the end is a place to begin (around and around) Just

a gentle drift in the dark

Waiting for a single spark

Leaves are falling down on empty streets To the rhythm of our

heavy beats

(down, down) No more words are left to write

We're just drifting in the pale light

Is there something we missed in the quiet?

(mmm) Is there anything left we can try?

And we go around in a circle again

Hoping the end is a place to begin (around and around) Just

a gentle drift in the dark

Waiting

for

a single spark

Around again (around again)