hold my hand while the world decays

as the world grows older, i feel time move faster and faster

i cant keep up with it, slow down down

it's too much, im slowly fading

layered, distorted, panned

fading- fading- fading away

fading- fading- fading away

fading away, away, away, away

so hold my hand while the world decays

hold me close till the end of days

while all the colours drain

(while everything turns into rain)

and if you say that you love me, why don't you come and get me,

levitate

barely touching anything

stuck in a haze, in a quiet daze

where light delays

caught between the night and day

never fully here to stay

just drifting away

away- away- away- away-

drifting away- away

if I vanished in between

(would i matter?)

would I make a sound?

if i slipped out of your memory

would you notice i'm not around?

fading

fading