Scenes in a Film (feat. Kurt Travis)

(Woah-oh-oh-oh)

I remember all the painted pictures and broken windows

Black and white scenes, only remember the memories

The cracks in the streets I'd always skip in the morning

And the sand in the beach that burned the skin of my feet

There was a time by the river I still think could've changed

But why should I linger when they've all been estranged?

While none of these things will ever change who I am

They stay longer than the gardens that I built with my hands

And it's sad to think- if I replayed my whole life

Like scenes in a film under filters and lights

I'd find those in which I'm happy as surprising as tonight

In the way that I knew that they would somehow arrive

Just not here

And not now

Just not here

And not now!

This indifference towards solitude and the want for something more

Has left me suspended between the ceiling and the floor

'Cause nothing bad changes, and what's worth it comes with time, so

Why does it scare me to claim this life as mine?

When I'm gone, I'm gone, and I'll never come back

At least not without the knowledge of the things that I lack

You'll continue to claim that I must like it this way

But there's nothing I want more than for it all to be erased

I read a sign on the street written black that reads

"Maybe now that I'm blind, they'll finally leave."

I'll never know what it meant to them

But I know how it spoke to me

I've been spending all my life reframing my mind

But my guilt & other afflictions tell me I'm wasting my time

I went back to that place in the picture of us

Taken before the days you said "Enough is enough."

We can talk about this and any one of your haunts

I'm here for you, all your needs, and your wants

Just not here

And not now

Just not here

And not now

This indifference towards solitude, and the want for something more

Has left me suspended between the ceiling and the floor

Because nothing bad changes, and what's worth it comes with time, so

Why does it scare me to claim this life as mine?

When I'm gone I'm gone, and I'll never come back

At least not without the knowledge of the things that I lack

You'll continue to claim that I must like it this way

But there's nothing I want more than to be remembered

And every time that I'm in this house

I'm drenched in cold and constant changes

I've seen the holes that dot the walls

Of every room like constellations

I place my hands over the cracks

They have a name and many faces

It's just a map of all my fears

All my doubts and their foundations

And I created it

But I'm still lost

Bruised and fading

And at what cost?

What do I give?

To whom do I owe?

To whom do I seem to have sold my soul

Why can't I see?

Where have I gone?

How can I be the person I've become?

Where are you, God?

What worth has your word?

40 days and 40 nights and still, no-one has come

I read a sign on the street written in black that reads

"Maybe now that I'm blind, they'll finally leave"

Maybe I've lost any worth that I'd gotten

But I refuse to believe that I'll be forgotten

So, capture these moments in color and sound

Maybe someone will find this profound

I'll transcend the times, and all the moments I'm etched in

I will flow like the tides, endless yet embedded

And someday they'll notice the cracks laid beneath

Dance just like the waters that are changing in me

(And someday they'll notice the cracks laid beneath

Dance just like the waters that are changing in me)

It's fading in and out of frame

And I can almost see it

I'm fading in and out

It's in my grasp

I'm fading in and out of frame

And I can almost see it

I'm fading in and out

It's in my grasp

It's fading in and out of frame

And I can almost see it

I'm fading in and out