East Hundred
Autopilot
Touch everything you see here nowTake a minute to feel somethingBefore it endsA sound changes in color When you smileIt?s only in the night we feel this wayLove is a hole in the ceilingSo don?t try too hardIt?s hard to stay focused When the rush is overSome things they don?t everChange into the love we see in blackI know that it?s changing faceIt?s written in the coldThe things we?ve done are so hard to eraseWe?ll take the long way stand in hallwaysMade of slow time SundaysA strain to fill your eyesI know that it?s changing faceIt?s written in the coldThe things we?ve done are so hard to replace
From Letras Mania