Contrast And Contact Songtext

Home is where the
Fondest of memories reside
While we color our photographs
Black and off-white
And maybe there's some truth to this
Hidden in secrecy
Watching the leaves turn to green again,
Or so it seems

We're chasing a clock
We're making sure that the
Minute hand will never stop
'Cause I don't want to lose this moment
It's not every night that's
A night like this anymore
We're wasting our lives
We're making sure that the
Minute hand will never stop
'Cause I don't want to lose this moment
It's not every night that's A night like this anymore

Cut the strings away
You never cared, you never cared
Breathe sufficiently
You never cared, you never

I bleed for you.

Purity is just a figment of the imagination,
Toppled like the bridges,
That we built when we were sober.
Vengeance is a point that's pressed
Into the palms of both your hands,
This madness starts to allocate
A point of false resemblance.