20 July 2012
Fingerprints on a window pane. That's what I am.
Washed away by the acid rain. That's where I am, it's where I am.
Fading ink in an envelope. That's what I am.
A familiar smell from a bar of soap. That's where I am, it's where I am.
Shoe prints on a marble floor. That's what I am.
Swept away by the bleach you poured. That's where I am, it's where I am.
Kiss me once, turn and bolt. Four short words, it's not your fault. Take away... all that I give you. Fade away, but take me with you.
Dark hair on a plastic comb. That's what I am.
Brushed away by hot air blown. That's where I am, it's where I am.
A stubborn crease on your bedroom sheets. That's what I am.
Locked away and folded neat. That's where I am, it's where I am.
A photograph in a small shoe box. That's what I am.
A young face that you forgot. That's where I am, it's where I am.
Pack your bags, turn and bolt. Four short words, it's not your fault. Take away... all that I give you. Fade away, but take me with you.
A bite mark above your wrist. That's what I am.
Small, faded, not hard to miss. That's where I am, it's where I am.
A grass stain on a cotton shirt. That's what I am.
Hidden under mud and dirt. That's where I am, it's where I am.
A broken link on a white gold chain. That's what I am.
Fallen off, lost down down a drain. That's where I am, it's where I am.
Aftershave on your pillowcase. That's what I am.
Washed over and scent erased. That's where I am, it's where I am.
A lonely ghost that holds your hand. Fade away, a broken man...
That's what I am. That's where I am.
Fade Away • Opuss № I