Traces Remain - Morgan Page

Are you coming up to see me with a loaded gun to my head

Are you coming up to leave me alone, alone with my head

I could think of nicer ways to let me down

I could blink and you were gone without a sound

Its going, going place and trace of laughter remain

The same

Ooh

This critical devotion

Slow it down traces remain, of pain

You try to answer me with silence

Violence lies in your eyes

You try to tell me what i’m feeling

Your stealing the prime of my life

I could think of nicer ways to let me down

I could blink and you were gone without a sound

Its going, going place and trace of laughter remain

The same

Ooh

This critical devotion

Slow it down traces remain

Of pain

No luxury

No love

No pride

Just canopies of pain inside

These enemies of love decide

From memories of pain i hide

Its going, going place and trace of laughter remain

The same

Ooh

This critical devotion

Slow it down traces remain

Of pain