The scene erased in time and left our hearts to dry on canvas dripping years , years of neglees feel this pull ? Sometimes selling out , color begin to cave in , and were still like our eyes wash away the red while so one hears my memory is gone tonight’s the night I bleed just like I’ve been forever and ever see through the shades the scenes are lost , and the pages turn and the blinding falls apart my memory is gone wash away the red no one hears ? I’m caving in …