Sepia-toned

In your voice there's a hidden shadow, you can not hear
Believe me, you can't always return where you left off

Why your eyes are wet?
Your skin is pale?
Your toes are tired?
Beneath a melancholic blanket

You spend so many nights
Looking down from the heights
Just trying to make it right
Or you will never ever see
When you look inside
Things seem out of line
And you're never ever sure

On your shoulders there's a kind of heavy weight, you just can't stand it
Believe me, you can't always return where you left off

Why your eyes are wet?
Your skin is pale?
Your toes are tired?
Beneath a melancholic blanket

You spend so many nights
Looking down from the heights
Just try to make it right
Or you will never ever see
When you look inside
Things seem out of line
And you're never ever sure

(How do I do it, do it, do it for you?)
(How do I do it, do it, do it for you?)

In your photobook there are moments
Sepia-toned things seem to be forever
Above your cheeks there are rivers
And it's deeper
All that remains

You spend so many nights
Looking down from the heights
Just try to make it right
Or you will never ever see
When you look inside
Things seem out of line
(How do I do it for you?)
And you're never ever sure