song youth

the bedside table and the camera
your ink-stained hands hardly useful anymore
the glass half-full with a lipstick smear
and what we thought we had once, gone
and all it was was nothing more than ever
and all it was
was all it was
think back on forgotten things
as you look on the window, it's raining again
and noone is there with red red shoes
and what we thought we had once, gone
and all it was was nothing more than ever
and all it was
was all it was
Same weekend
Same blank questions left unanswered
at night we get distracted as the light gets refracted
through the back window, it's raining again
no recognition
no pattern recognition
and all it was
was all it was