Texty: Slow Coming Day. A Mere Accident.

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