Another Life - Ashton Nyte

Moving too slowly, follow the lonely

Down to where the city shakes

And losing direction, losing affection

For the gems and all the fakes

I pull at my shirt and I pull at my shirt

And stare away that distant ache

In another life

Only time disappears

I’m fading like the radio

But the song remains the closest thing to me

A minor discretion to feed the rejection

Of the games the others play

Too many places, painted faces

To figure out a better way

I need a new feature and take a new picture

To hang up high, to hang up high

In another life

Only time disappears

I’m fading like the radio

But that song remains the closest thing to me

Oh, where the shadows have no tears