Thinking 'bout the times
I know I should have taken photographs
Something to rely on,
Sharper than a memory,
'Cause chemistry dictates them,
They're not coloured by emotion,
They're coloured by the shades
Of how things used to be

And nothing breaks the heart
Much more than looking at old photographs
When you can taste the moment,
And worse still, if it's passed
They're gone now to the future,
But you still can't deny them,
Like a song that's sung

Regret, is like a filter,
That colours all your endeavours
And once put on becomes a feature of your current works
What I fear,
Is that all of these things I hold dear,
Never become more than vibrations in air
Vibrations in Air

Voices in the air,
They echo in my head like radios,
Scratchy frequencies and static in between words
They're all on the wind now,
But I bet I never told you,
I missed you when you were gone

Regret, is like a filter,
That colours all of your endeavours,
And once put on becomes a feature of your current works
You gotta change your focus,
Turn your eye to something else
'Cause once put on becomes a feature of your current works

What I fear
Is that all of these things I hold dear
Never become more than vibrations in air
What I fear
Is that all of these things I hold dear
Never become more then vibrations in the air
What I fear
All of these things I hold dear
Never become more then vibrations in air
Vibrations in air
Vibrations in air