The Birthday Massacre

It's getting late
It all just wanes and pales and fades away
If we just want it too much
And what a shame
If all there is is is all that's gone away
There's nothing left here for us
Deadlight holiday
Killing time to make us stay
Hollow as the promises of yesterday
On and on the music plays
Memories in paraphrase
Falling past my window like the morning rain
It's all the same
So many words remaining