Slow Coming Day

A Mere Accident

Slow Coming Day


shutting my eyes i can see 
what is right infront of me 
a twisting calidascope in my hand 
off all the things we left unsaid

if could make the world go away 
if i could make it all dissapeare

just as memories relapse, incased in a mirror glass
the leaves are falling times have changed
repatitions are rearanged they rearanged 
if i could make the world go away 
if i could make it all dissapear
make it all
make it all 
make it all, dissapear 

now its time to fade away
now its time to fade away
now its time to fade away
now its time to fade away
now its time to fade away