Afternoon - Froth

seems like afternoon

feels like the daytime

when there’s no sign of you

clouds block the daylight

and when the sun goes down

dark is arriving

even when shades are drawn

moonlight is blinding

still i can hear your words

cutting through slowly

«you're gonna fade away, always below me»

I see your picture drawn with a thin line

(yeah)

somehow I figured you’d be here all the time

time only happens you stand still

running clock down in the daytime

drop your knee onto the pavement

counting years go by your whole life

vase of flowers on the table

wasting time until she comes by