Pure Sense of Black

Something has kept me awake Helped by a chill in the air Night-time is breaking apart With the skill Knowing which way Pencils of men emerge Encouraged by The light of the day Stripped of their passion No, no one ever Asked them to play Or lead the parade We're sent to the past In a pure sense of black Like memories on fade We're sent to the past In a pure sense of black Like memories on fade Youthful reminders of you The perfume That follows your way Kisses and touches I reach out to catch you But you have drifted away We're sent to the past In a pure sense of black Like memories on fade We're sent to the past In a pure sense of black Like memories Like memories on fade Red lines that stream out ahead Driving behind them You chill in a rain The person moves closer to you And can't seem to stop What is tearing Down you both drop To your side The person speaks close And your racing You fall upon it You strain and you shiver Now you have melted away We're sent to the past In a pure sense of black Like memories on fade We're sent to the past In a pure sense of black Like memories on fade We're sent to the past In a pure sense of black Like memories on fade We're sent to the past In a pure sense of black Like memories Like memories on fade